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After a chance encounter with a man whom 16-year-old Kadin believes to be a wizard, his life and health begin to deteriorate. Out of desperation, he embarks on an epic journey to a land no one in his village believes exists, to be healed of a disease no one thinks he has. His quest for truth leads him to a fantastical world of witches, dragons, giants, danger, and deception. Tracked by an evil lord and accompanied by only one friend, Kadin must face his greatest fear to find the healing he longs for most.

This bundle includes Freddie Ramos Tracks Down a Drone, Freddie Ramos Gets a Sidekick, Freddie Ramos and the Meteorite, and Freddie Ramos Powers Up.

This bundle includes Freddie Ramos Stomps the Snow, Freddie Ramos Rules New York, Freddie Ramos Hears It All, and Freddie Ramos Adds It All Up.

This bundle includes The Wicked Cat, The Deadly Past, and The Hidden Beast.

This bundle includes Aliens in the Sky, The Cold People, and The Witch's Revenge.

This bundle includes The Dark Corner, Pan's Realm, and The Wishing Stone.

This bundle includes Freddie Ramos Takes Off, Freddie Ramos Springs into Action, Freddie Ramos Zooms to the Rescue, and Freddie Ramos Makes a Splash.

This bundle includes The Secret Path, The Howling Ghost, and The Haunted Cave.

Ceylon was a child, very much like yourself. Well, perhaps not so very much. Unless you are orphaned and homeless and often alone; unless you’ve wandered from jungle to forest and joined up with a traveling merchant caravan; unless you stand no taller than my kneecap and have skin that smells like the bark of a cinnamon tree, you are not so very much like Ceylon. He was a treeborn, and if you saw him you would think, “My, isn’t he a gangly little fellow! All arms and legs like branches on a tree. But oh! He does smell lovely, doesn’t he? Like Christmas.

Mapaline was a child, very much like yourself. Well, perhaps not so very much. Unless you live in a deep, vast wilderness of forests and rivers and streams; unless you sleep in a small room, hung high up in the limbs of an old maple tree; unless you stand no taller than my kneecap and have hair that changes with the seasons, you are not so very much like Mapaline. She was a treeborn, and if you saw her you would think, “Isn’t she a pretty little girl. But . . . somehow—”and you would feel silly saying it—”somehow she makes me think of a tree. Not very much, but still . . .”