Pendragon book seven the quillan games

Remember those little leaflets of Scholastic books that you used to get in elementary school, which would prompt you to beg your parents for pocket money so you could order one?

I'm pretty sure I bought the first 4 books out of one of those. Then stuff happened. Mostly, I bought other books instead. I read the next two from the library and then just didn't read the rest I think this had something to do with the fact that I was reading them as they came out and by the time the next one came out, I was thinking about other books.

Anyways, I saw this, and the next one, in the library the other day like a blast from the past and I decided to pick them up. It took me a while to finish, mostly because I'm not as invested in the series as I once was, but I am now prepared to finally review it!

This book, more than anything else, reminds me of The Hunger Games, though of course it was published many years earlier. Now before you rush out to buy it on that statement alone, let me remind you that this is the 7th book in a fairly long series, and you will probably be extremely lost if you start there and the rest aren't even remotely Hunger Games ish. The premise of the world called "territory" in this series Quillan is a world much like ours that has been taken over by a single company.

This company controls everything, from what foods you eat to what television you watch. Similar to the Hunger Games, the main form of entertainment is the "games," most of which are deadly, and all of which are televised on big screens in the street too, you can't possibly miss it. The people have forgotten their rich heritage and forgotten how to think.

Our hero, Bobby Pendragon, is swept into the games and forced to fight for his life only minutes after arriving in the territory, without a clue what is going on. It is interesting, to me, to pick up a series that you never finished as a kid. I can see why I loved it - it is very original and I still love that. There are so many different territories that it seems like MacHale gets to world build constantly, but that doesn't detract from the action.

He somehow has figured out how to build his worlds in a way that is quick but gives a full sense of where you are. Then, of course, there are the sections about Bobby's two friends Courtney and Mark, who still live in our world Second Earth in the series.

They are his acolytes, and we see Bobby's entire story through their eyes - he magically sends them journals that they have to read and keep safe for him I forget why, it's very early on in the series, and hasn't been that important yet. I don't remember how long Bobby has been traveling on his own, but he is now making decisions for himself, trying to figure out who to trust.

He makes some definite mistakes in this one. We don't find out until the very end, but someone Bobby trusts basically screws him over. This is the novel, much like Book 4 of Harry Potter, that marks a turning point in the series.

Bobby is becoming an adult. It's a really important part of the series, and I like how MacHale deals with it. It happens so fast that when Courtney sees him at the end, she doesn't recognize him.

It'll be a little weird at first, but give it a chance and I can almost guarantee it'll grow on you. This series is 10 books long and was finished in The first novel is The Merchant of Death and can be found in both novel and graphic novel formats. This is the high point of the series. I found out a few things: this was a good series all along, and I see why my friends and I read it.

So, The Quillan Games. I nearly forgot: this series tends to touch on big ideas in a way that makes the world feel bigger, and grounded, and also - weirdly influential? Were these influential? You bring ideas, Pendragon! You were raised on Second Earth, and you are all too quick to impose what you feel are the higher morals of that territory on all others.

How is that any different from what I have done? I read that and marveled, I really did. Does he? I guess we'll find out. Awesomer, in fact. I think that this is my favorite book of the series yet. It totally must be.

I love Quillan because I hate it. Which sounds contradictary, but it really isn't. It's a truly freaky place- believe me. It also gave me flashbacks to the other Pendragon books, hehe. The story is getting more interesting. You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Search Home About. Bookmark the permalink. Those who could not bet with money bet instead with their lives.

Most of the citizens of Quillan were passive, and lacked any will to resist Blok. However, there was a group of people called the Revivers , who worked to fight Blok and return Quillan to the prosperous territory it once was. At the heart of the Revival was a legendary museum known as " Mr. Pop ", containing every aspect of Quillan's history before Blok purged the territory of the past. Pop was eventually destroyed by Blok's Security Dados.

As far as travelers go, Nevva Winter was the first generation traveler, and Elli Winter was the last generation traveler. However, it was originally planned for Elli WInter to be the first generation traveler, but after Press showed her the flumes and other territories, she declined. No collar either. It was like a long-sleeved t-shirt, but the material was heavier and a little bit stretchy.

The only design was a series of five black stripes that ran diagonally across the front from the left shoulder down to the right side of the waist. It reminded me a little bit of a rugby shirt. There was also a pair of pants. Simple, black, made from the same stretchy material.

I was psyched when I saw the shoes. They were like my running shoes from Second Earth. On my travels I had worn leather sandals and rotten rags and leather dress shoes and swim boots and pretty much anything else that was designed specifically to be uncomfortable. I quickly took off my Rokador clothes and slipped into the local attire. As always, I kept on my boxers. If the future of all humanity was going to be decided on whether or not I wore boxers from Second Earth, there was no hope of saving it.

The clothes fit perfectly, as usual. Even the sneakers. For the first time in forever I actually liked wearing my clothes.

I then noticed there was something else on the floor. It looked like a silver bracelet. It was a thick, oval ring with a single groove etched deeply all the way around. Nor did it look like it had any function. It was kind of clunky and felt heavier than it looked.