THE LOST PEARLS OF INDARNINI
When a sorcerer abducts two of his classmates, seventeen year-old Sam Gordon heads a rescue mission that thrusts him into a world where people travel through magic mirrors and clashing bandits vie for power. The sorcerer orders Sam to locate the Lost Pearls of Indarnini: jewels containing the root of all magic. Legend says that only Earth-born children can unite them, and Sam has three days before he loses his friends forever.
Accompanied by his feuding clique and a six foot-tall elf with no sense of humor, Sam finds just surviving in this world to be a daunting task. Between shape-shifting witches, scheming chimaeras, and demons with possessive capabilities, Sam will be lucky to make it home alive. And unbeknownst to him, his stepbrother, Cody, becomes the sorcerer’s newest ally. Sam doesn’t know where he is or what to do: only that he must save his friends or die trying.
Sam Gordon stood a safe distance away from Mr. Adalrich’s dilapidated townhouse, careful not to step foot onto the jungle that was his lawn.
Each day, Sam took a walk around the block, his own way of living up to a resolution to start exercising. And each day, Sam stopped cold in front of the old man’s home, unable to quell the curiosity and anxiety that the property triggered.
Mr. Adalrich had lived here for as long as Sam could remember. Most neighborhood kids spent countless hours of their childhoods daring each other to see how close they could get to the house, some reaching the front porch and occasionally even ringing the doorbell. But no one had seen the inside. Rumor had it that one unfortunate child made the mistake of trying to peddle a magazine to the old man; he was never seen or heard from again. Sam, now seventeen, figured that Jimmy’s family had probably just moved away, but the old man still gave him the creeps.
Today, more so than most days, the house seemed particularly foreboding. The rest of the road was bright and sunny, yet above the roof hung an assembly of dark clouds that cast shadows into the sidewalk. The crooked shutters creaked back and forth, and the refreshing breeze transformed into a violent rush of wind. Stray leaves danced upon the front lawn.
And then, just out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw the old man scowling through the front window of the house.