The Quillan Games (Pendragon)
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Let the Games Begin....
Quillan is a territory on the verge of destruction. The people have lost control of their own future and must struggle simply to survive. The only chance they have of finding a better life is by playing the Quillan Games. Hosted by a strange pair of game masters, Veego and LaBerge, the games are a mix of sport and combat. They use the people of Quillan as pawns for their amusement as they force them to enter competitions that range from physical battles, to impossible obstacle courses, to computer-driven tests of agility. To triumph in the games is to live the life of a king. To lose is to die.
This is the dangerous and deadly situation Bobby Pendragon finds on Quillan. He quickly realizes that the only way to save this troubled territory is to beat Veego and LaBerge at their own games and dismantle their horrible fun house. But there is more at stake for Bobby. The prize for winning the Quillan Games may be discovering the truth of what it really means a Traveler.
screens had come to life. We walked out to the corner and gazed up at the nearest screen. All around us the people of Rune did the same. Loud electronic music blared from the screens, getting everjyone's attention. The geometric shapes danced and bobbed on the screen. “What's going on?” I asked. “Is it another game?” “No,” Nevva answered with certainty. “Unless they've changed the schedule.” The next image we saw on-screen was a familiar one. It was Veego and LaBerge. Veego looked like her
said. “Who is this Saint Dane person?” “Don't he to me!” I shouted. “You have to know Saint Dane. That's who sent me the invitation to come here!” “I'm sorry. I never heard the name. Is he from Veelox as well?” This was maddening. Veego and LaBerge couldn't be from Veelox or they would have destroyed the flumes when they traveled. “I don't believe you,” I said. “If you're really from a different territory, and you're not Travelers, when you jumped into the flume you would have destroyed it.
Games QUILLAN “I thought I passed the test,” I said to Veego. “Why are you putting me through this?” “Because I don't like being told how to run my business,” Veego answered with a snarl. “I don't know why the trustees are forcing me to use you in the competitions. Their meddling will be the ruin of my games.” “And mine!” LaBerge threw in. “So you want me to get beaten before I can ruin your games?” I asked. “Is that it?” “Perhaps,” Veego said. “Then again, I'm not one to miss an
champion a good fight. Did Veego and LaBerge want to dethrone the champion? Or was I supposed to put up a good fight, only to be beaten in the end, kind of like that phony basketball team that always plays the Harlem Globetrotters. And to make it all so perfectly obnoxious, it was a Traveler who put me in this spot! More than ever I wanted to talk to Nevva Winter. She had some explaining to do. I finished breakfast and went into my bathroom, where I had hidden the blocking diode Nevva had given
a lot about them. As we left the apartment, I asked Nevva, “How can they survive on so little food?” She answered, “You're beginning to see why these people will grab at any chance to better their lives. Betting on one of the Quillan games might mean an extra slice of bread on everyone's plate. Or something to drink with more calories than water.” “Or it could mean losing it all,” I said soberly. Nevva nodded. We walked several blocks until we came to a large, windowless building. Inside, I