Black, The (Morpheus Road Series, 2)

D. J. MacHale

ISBN 10: 1501296507 ISBN 13: 9781501296505

Publisher: Brilliance Audio, 2015

Synopsis

Cooper Foley always had a knack for finding trouble, but nothing he’s ever experienced could have prepared him for his latest adventure: He has landed square in the middle of a border war between the worlds of the living and the dead. At the end of The Light, Book One of the Morpheus Road trilogy, Marshall Seaver learned the truth about what happened to his missing best friend, Cooper. Now the mystery continues to unfold, only this time through Cooper’s eyes. What did Marshall’s terrifying encounters with Gravedigger have to do with spirits from another existence? Who is Damon, and what role did he play in Cooper’s dilemma? Most important, what is the mysterious Morpheus Road? It’s time to learn, as bestselling author and master of thrilling suspense D. J. MacHale delivers another fast-paced, fantastical story that has all of existence hanging in the balance.

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About the Author:

D. J. MacHale is a writer, director, and producer of several popular television series and movies that include Flight 29 Down; Are You Afraid of the Dark?; Encyclopedia Brown, Boy Detective; Tower of Terror; and Ghostwriter. Pendragon, his first book series, is a #1 New York Times bestselling series. He lives in southern California with his wife, Evangeline; his daughter, Keaton; a golden retriever, Maggie; and a kitten, Kaboodle.

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1

“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.

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About this edition

• Publisher: Brilliance Audio
• Publication date: 2015
• ISBN 10: 1501296507
• ISBN 13: 9781501296505
• Binding: MP3 CD