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Book 2 of 3 in the Morpheus Road Series

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About the Author

D.J. MacHale is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Pendragon series and the Morpheus Road series. He has written, directed and produced many television series and movies for young people that have been seen on Nickelodeon, The Disney Channel, HBO, Showtime, PBS, Discovery Kids, and the broadcast networks. D.J. lives with his family in Southern California.

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“Don’t be an idiot. Just go to the lake until things calm down.”

My sister was telling me what to do, as usual, because she knows everything.

“I’m not going to run away,” I countered. “I can handle those guys.”

Sydney groaned. She did that a lot, mostly when I didn’t do what she wanted, which was always. Sydney and I might have looked like each other—we shared the same dark hair and blue eyes—but that’s where the similarity ended. For one, I’m better-looking. The guys who tried to get with her probably had a different opinion but I’m sticking with mine. She was only a year older than me but treated me like I was a lower form of life that shouldn’t be allowed to breathe air that could go to someone more deserving. Like her.

I didn’t care what she thought.

“Wow,” she said sarcastically. “Such a tough guy. What if the police want you to give up their names? What’ll you do then?”

I shrugged. “I already gave them names.”

“What!” she screamed.

“Relax. I didn’t tell them about you. Or your dim boyfriend.”

Sydney glared at me with anger and confusion. Her cool was broken, which was saying something because normally she was ice.

“Why?” was all she managed to get out.

“I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t give them something, I’d be sitting in juvie right now fighting off a bunch of hard cases who really are tough. Besides, they had it coming.”

“I don’t believe this.” Sydney moaned as she paced my bedroom floor.

It was her fault that I was in Trouble Town to begin with and I think she felt guilty about it. Guilt was an alien emotion to Sydney so it was fun to see her squirm. She normally had it all going on … which was her biggest problem. Our parents expected her to be perfect and she mostly was, for a heartless vampire. But she resented the pressure and that caused tension in Foley-world. Her latest act of defiance was to announce she was getting a tattoo. Our parents went nuts and threatened to hold back her college money. For somebody headed to Stanford, that was serious. I don’t think Sydney really wanted to get inked, but my parents’ threat drove her straight to the low-life tattoo guy.

Her big rebellious statement backfired. The tattoo caused a nasty infection that landed her in the emergency room, where she got fixed up and smacked with a bill for a couple hundred bucks … money she didn’t have and couldn’t ask our parents to put out. She didn’t want them to have the satisfaction of knowing they were absolutely right about the tattoo being a dumb idea. She was stuck until her boyfriend, Mikey, offered a way out. He knew some guys with Yankees tickets that they were willing to let Sydney scalp. Whatever profit she made, she and Mikey would split. Sydney had no idea how to scalp tickets and Mikey was an idiot, which is how I got involved. I knew how to get things done.

I liked the idea of Sydney owing me so I took the tickets, sold them for a decent profit, and bailed her out with the doctor bill. I felt good about it, too. She was still my sister. Everybody was happy … until the cops showed up at our door. Turned out the tickets were bogus. Counterfeit. I guess there were some angry people at Yankee Stadium who found people sitting in their expensive field-level seats … with legit tickets. Oops.

“I should give them Mikey’s name too,” I said. “That fool had to know the tickets were fake.”

She shook her head. “No, he’s not bright enough to do something so dumb.”

“Well, those other dirtballs knew. Nobody messes with me like that. I hope they do time.”

Sydney jumped to her feet. “Why?” she screamed. “Why is it always about you?”

“You made it about me when you asked me to get you out of trouble.”

Sydney’s eyes flared. “Go to the lake, Cooper,” she said in a seething whisper. “Do the smart thing for once in your life.”

She stormed out of my bedroom, throwing a parting shot for the rest of the house to hear, “Get over yourself for once and just go!”

I actually felt bad for her, not that I’d tell her so. Whatever problems I had would blow over. I always found my way out of Trouble Town. But Sydney was different. It must have killed her to know how badly she had messed up … and brought some lesser mortals down with her. Still, I wasn’t about to do what she wanted, which was to go to our family’s lake house and hide out for the summer. I didn’t want to run scared. That wasn’t me.

“What the heck?” came a voice at my door.

It was Marshall Seaver, my best friend.

“Can you believe it?” I said. “They want me to get out of town like some mob guy who has to lay low until the heat dies down.”

Marsh knew about the tickets, but not about the tattoo and Sydney’s involvement in the whole mess.

“Maybe you could just go for a week or two,” he offered.

“No. They’re talking the whole summer. That lake is death, Ralph. What’ll I do up there? Fish? That gets old after eight seconds. The place is great if you’re six or sixty. For everybody else … torture.”

My family had a cottage on Thistledown Lake, a couple of hours north of our home in Stony Brook. I used to love spending summers there, especially when Marsh came up. We always had a blast just hanging out and being kids. But we weren’t kids anymore.

“What’s Sydney’s problem?” he asked.

Marsh stood there in his hoodie with his blond hair falling into his eyes. We’d been tight since kindergarten. He was like my brother. But the older we got the more he seemed like my little brother. He wasn’t an idiot. Far from it. But where he liked building model rockets and reading comic books and camping out, I was, well, I was scalping baseball tickets. I can’t say which of us was better off.

“Who knows?” I said, ducking the question. “My parents aren’t even making her go. She gets to be on her own for the whole summer while I’m sentenced to two months at Camp Kumbaya.”

I hated not telling him the whole truth but it bothered me more that I was being forced into a corner by everybody, including my best friend. I picked up a football and threw it into a chair. Hard. It didn’t make me feel any better.

“Mikey the Mauler’s downstairs,” Marsh said, pressing. “He threatened to hurt you. What’s that all about?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Forget it.”

“Did he give you the fake tickets?”

“No! Let it go, all right! It’s none of your business.”

Marsh was asking all the right questions and I didn’t want to lie to him so I jumped up and went to the bedroom window. It was wide open … a tempting escape hatch.

“It is my business!” he shouted back. “You did something stupid, and now you’re going to have to take off for a couple of months to get away from the mess, and poof! There goes summer.”

I slammed the window shut so hard it made the house rattle. “That makes it your business? Because I’m ruining your summer?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Marsh said, backpedaling.

“Yeah, you did,” I countered. I hated it when he only saw things through his own naive perspective. “Gee, sorry, Marsh. I should have thought it through before doing anything that might spoil your fun. How inconsiderate of me.”

“Don’t go there,” he shot back. “I know this isn’t about me, but it’s not just about you, either. The stuff you do has fallout.”

“Fallout? I’ll give you fallout. The cops threatened to throw me in juvie unless I told them where I got the fake tickets … so I gave up a couple of guys. And you know what? I don’t care because those dirtballs set me up. But now I’m looking over my shoulder in case they find out I ratted and come after me. That’s fallout. So I’m sorry if I messed up your plans to pretend like we’re still twelve, but you know, things happen.”

“That’s cold,” he said softly.

“Move on, Marsh. We’re not kids anymore.”

“I know that.”

I should have stopped right there but I was too worked up.

“But hey, who am I to judge? Do whatever you want. I’m sure there are plenty of guys who want to hang out with you and watch cartoons. I’m not your only friend.”

I hesitated, then added the killing blow, “Or am I?”

The pained look on Marsh’s face said it all. I’d gone too far.

“Have a good summer,” he said, and walked out of the room.

I didn’t mean to hurt him but I was frustrated and Marsh was an easy target. I should have yanked him back into the room to tell him why I was so angry, but I didn’t want him to know the truth about Sydney. Marsh liked Sydney. Heck, he probably loved her. To him she was perfect and I wanted to protect him from the truth. I did that a lot, especially after all he’d been through.

Marsh’s mother was killed a few years before. It was a tragedy that seemed to freeze time for him. I’m no shrink but I think he didn’t want to let go of the life he had when his mom was there, which is why he still thought like a kid while the rest of us continued to grow up. But he was my best friend and as years went by I did my best to shield him from anything negative that came his way. Who knows? Maybe it was partly my fault that he still acted like he was twelve.

There aren’t a lot of things I regret, but not stopping him from leaving that day is definitely on top of the list. Instead of sucking it up and going after him, I picked up my football and slammed it against the wall again … an act of total futility. I knew I wasn’t thinking right and had to get control of the situation.

“Ralph!” I yelled, calling out as I ran out of my room and down the stairs. That’s what I called him. Ralph.

I already had a plan. Summer vacation had just started and Marsh had come up with all these adventures for us to go on that I had promptly trashed. I didn’t want to waste time camping or sailing when we could be at the beach hooking up with any girl who drew breath. But now the beach was out and I had the perfect compromise: Marsh could spend the summer with me up at Thistledown. We’d roll the clock back and goof off like the old days. We could even hang at the lake beach and scout for local talent. Everybody would win.

Except I was too late.

“He’s gone,” my mother said.

“I’ll catch him.”

I went for the door but Mom stopped me.

“He said he thought you’d agree to go to the lake,” she said. She looked stressed. I guess having one of your kids arrested will do that.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”

Her tension melted. “Oh thank god.”

“One condition,” I said. “I want Marsh to come up.”

It was a no-brainer. Mom loved Marsh.

“Are you kidding? That’s a great idea but—”

“But what?”

“I just invited him. He wasn’t enthused.”

I thought about chasing after him, but decided not to. It was the second time I had made that same mistake in five minutes.

“We had an argument,” I said. “I’ll give him time to cool off and then make nice.”

Mom frowned. “He’s the last person you should be arguing with.”

“Yeah, I know, Mom. I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot. You’re just—okay, sometimes you’re an idiot.”

“Thanks. When are we leaving?”

“Tonight,” she said quickly, headed for the stairs.

“What’s the rush?”

“The sooner we get out of here the sooner I’ll stop stressing about police and … and … counterfeiters. I can’t believe I just said that.”

“This isn’t TV, Mom. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

“I know, because we’re leaving tonight. Pack.”

Mom was being dramatic but if it made her happy to be on the next stagecoach out of Dodge, I wasn’t going to ruin it for her. Besides, it could work out perfectly. I’d take a few days to scope out the situation at the lake and lay some groundwork for the festivities. By then Marsh would have calmed down and would be open to my invitation … and apology. Neither of us carried a grudge for long. We were too good of friends for that.

I was beginning to think that after the drama of the past few days, the summer could actually end up being pretty decent.

It’s amazing to know how totally wrong I was.

© 2011 D.J. MacHale

Product Details

  • Series: Morpheus Road (Book 2)
  • Hardcover: 416 pages
  • Publisher: Aladdin; 1 edition (April 19, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1416965173
  • ISBN-13: 978-1416965176
  • Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 1.4 x 8.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 1.1 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (29 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #483,517 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By Julie A. Smith on April 27, 2011
Format: Hardcover
First thing's first: I love it when I can read a sequel out of order and not feel as though I'm missing most of the story by not having read the first book. THAT'S what will make me want to go out and buy the previous one, and, in this respect, The Black did not disappoint at all.

FIRST SENTENCE: This isn't what I expected death to be like.

Cooper Foley is dead. We know this because he tells us so right from the start. We then find out about The Black, the in-between place where some souls go while waiting to see if they continue their journey down Morpheus Road, or, if they're irredeemable, to The Blood. The Light is what they call the living world.

Souls in The Black are not supposed to visit The Light, they are only supposed to observe it. But Cooper, who was always in Trouble Town (his name for being in trouble) while he was living, doesn't change much after he's dead. You see, no one has found his body at the bottom of the lake yet, and Damon, an evil soul in The Black and former general in Alexander the Great's army, who has an army equipped with soul-killing swords, who actually was the cause of Coop's death, is harassing Coop's sister Sydney and his best friend Marshall, causing weird hallucinations and putting them in danger. All of this is to get Cooper to help him retrieve some artifacts that will allow Damon to live again and basically, well, you know, rule the world and all that.

Add in a mysterious neighbor named Maggie, who insists on helping Cooper, and Cooper's grandfather, who keeps telling Coop to stay out of it, oh!
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The Black is the second installment in the Morpheus Road series which tells Cooper Foley's story. This book answers many of the questions from the first book and gives more insight into the realm called the Black. Once again I chose the audiobook version of this series which is performed by Nick Podehl. I enjoyed the Black but not quite as much as the first book. This book seemed to drag a bit perhaps because many of the events had already taken place in the first book but were now being told from a different point of view. Cooper added a new perspective to the story but since the events had already been revealed the journey wasn't quite as exciting this time around. I liked most of the main characters in the book, other than Damon who is the villain, particularly Maggie and Cooper of course. Although, Cooper has a bit of an ego he is fiercely loyal and brace. The end of the Black leaves the reader with a quest that is to be pursued so I'm looking forward to the conclusion of this trilogy. While The Black wasn't quite as good as Morpheus Road it was still a solid read and worthy of 3.5 stars.
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My 8th grade boys like this series. I only had the first book from an author's visit to our school several years ago. Several kids asked for the next book in the series and I didn't have them, nor did our school library. So, being a complete sucker for a kid who actually wants to read a book, I bought this for my students and I have a list of kids waiting to read it. I should have ordered a few. I haven't read any of the books in the series, so I can only say that my boys seem to really like them.
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It is funny, I started reading this series because I thought it was too scary for my son. I enjoyed the first book "The Light" which made me read the second part "The Black". I actually enjoyed the second book in this series The Black more than the first part. I think that is mainly because of the view of "the other side." It was interesting to "see" the author's view of what it is like after we die. There was alot of action in the book and I enjoyed getting to know this other main character, from the first book. I recommend reading the series. I can't wait to start the third and final book in the series "The Blood". Although this book was written for the tween to teenager, it can still peak the interest of an adult.
For parents screening for their kids, there is no blood and gore in this book. The books may be scary more so if your child has a very visual imagination. If they are the type, like myself, who sees what is happening in the book then they may sleep with the lights on a few nights.
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It was amazing how D.J. MacHale tied this second story in the Morpheus Road series to the first. The two stories actually run in parallel - The Light is Marsh's story, The Black is basically the same story from Cooper's perspective. I read these first two stories back-to-back and plan to start the third book, The Blood, today. MacHale is a phenomenal writer. He has a true gift for storytelling. I highly recommend this series. Great for anyone 12 and over!!!

(And if you haven't read his Pendragon series, you are seriously missing out on some great writing!)
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i do not read these types of books but i read the pendragon and decided to check them out. this book is written from the aspect of a spirit where the first book is from the main person. I enjoyed them and liked the writting style better than pendragon.
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