Pendragon: The Merchant of Death

When you first pick up this book, it may seem boring to you. The typical magical universe where there are multiple dimensions. But this book is different from the rest, because only a select few can travel through these portals. These people are called (surprise!) TRAVELERS. In this first book of the 10 part series. In this book Pendragon goes with his Uncle Press, who is also a traveler, to stop Saint Dane (the bad guy) from destroying the territory of Denduron. Read the rest of the summary here:

Summary

At first, I too was skeptical about this book. My first thought was that this book would be another typical Sci-Fi book with multi universes and such. But the thing about these territories in Pendragon was that each of them were going to reach a certain turning point, and it could be pushed either to good, or destruction. Also another interesting thing about the territories is that there can be multiple for one world. For example there is First Earth, Second Earth, and Third Earth. All of these territories are moving forward at the same time. The actual character Pendragon caught my eye. When he first went to a territory, he was a rookie that didn't know much. He wasn't that much of a help, which is different from the typical protagonist. Also the villain Saint Dane was different from the regular villains because he had a calm, cool collected front even after SPOILER Pendragon and the rest stopped the destruction of Denduron, which he was trying to push the turning point towards destruction. He simply said that even though he lost then, in the future Denduron would be the first to fall, the first domino. Will he do it? Will Pendragon survive!? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF PENDRAGON! Just kidding, but I found this series very good, one of my favorites, and would recommend to everyone, even the people that don't like fantasy.

Fahrenheit 451 Narrative

For my narrative I am going to be continuing the story in the point of view of Mrs. Bowles (the one who swore that she would never go back there):

I stumbled out of the house in a furious rage. I ran straight to home and joined my 'family'. Instantly I started to relax.
"Stupid fireman with his stupid book," I sniveled. Why did poetry hurt so much? Why did people want to hurt others like that? I watched my 'family' for a while longer, my heart beat slowing down. I felt relaxed... but why did I have this sense of dread in my heart? Why did listening to that poem arouse such emotion out of me? Never before had I cried, not even for my first divorce, or my second husband, dead! But why for this? Bawling I ran out the front door, tripped on the sidewalk and cried. Cried for all my husbands, my children, and the sad...sad poem.

Slowly I got up and went inside.
"Sleeping pills... I need sleeping pills," I murmured to my self. I took the vial, popped the cap off, and swallowed all of them. I limped upstairs and went into my bed. I put my seashells in my ears, listening to the soft music and sounds, rocking back and forth in my bed. Slowly, without thinking, I reached for the phone. I dialed some numbers,
"Hello? Fire department? I have to report something..."  After the phone call I lay in bed, with tears on my face. I didn't even know why I was crying. Something about... a poem... maybe? I didn't care. I closed my eyes, and went into a deep sleep. I never woke up again.