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Cassidy Jones and The Secret Formula
(Cassidy Jones Series)
Featured Author- Elise Stokes
~Bio~
Elise Stokes lives with her husband and four children. She was an elementary school teacher before becoming a full-time mom. With a daughter in middle school and two in high school, Elise's understanding of the challenges facing girls in that age range inspired her to create a series that will motivate girls to value individualism, courage, integrity, and intelligence. The stories in Cassidy Jones Adventures are fun and relatable, and a bit edgy without taking the reader uncomfortably out of bounds. Cassidy Jones and the Secret Formula, Cassidy Jones and Vulcan's Gift, and Cassidy Jones and the Seventh Attendant are the first three books in the series. Book Four, Cassidy Jones and the Luminous, will be released in 2014.
Elise Stokes lives with her husband and four children. She was an elementary school teacher before becoming a full-time mom. With a daughter in middle school and two in high school, Elise's understanding of the challenges facing girls in that age range inspired her to create a series that will motivate girls to value individualism, courage, integrity, and intelligence. The stories in Cassidy Jones Adventures are fun and relatable, and a bit edgy without taking the reader uncomfortably out of bounds. Cassidy Jones and the Secret Formula, Cassidy Jones and Vulcan's Gift, and Cassidy Jones and the Seventh Attendant are the first three books in the series. Book Four, Cassidy Jones and the Luminous, will be released in 2014.
Description- Cassidy Jones
and The Secret Formula
One Girl. One Accident. One Incredible Superhero.
One Girl. One Accident. One Incredible Superhero.
Cassidy Jones is your typical
fourteen-year-old-- that is, until a seemingly harmless accident in
the laboratory of a world-renowned geneticist turns her world upside
down.
Discovering incredible strength, speed, and enhanced physical senses that defy logic, Cassidy embarks on an action-packed adventure that has her fighting for answers...and for her very life.
Discovering incredible strength, speed, and enhanced physical senses that defy logic, Cassidy embarks on an action-packed adventure that has her fighting for answers...and for her very life.
Excerpt-
Chapter Nine: A New Friend
Summary: Cassidy takes Emery into
her confidence.
We sat on opposite benches, our
knees a foot apart.
Emery watched me curiously while I
considered
how to start. I resorted to small
talk.
“Uh, Emery, so where do you
live?”
“We rent a condo near
Wallingford,” he answered
patiently, making no attempt to
elaborate.
“Oh.” I touched my forehead.
“Were you born in
Seattle?”
“No, Washington, D.C.” Placing
his forearms on
his knees, he leaned forward. “How
did you hurt your
forehead?”
I dropped my hand. “Funny.
That’s what I want to
talk to you about.”
Intently looking at my face,
he waited for me to
continue.
I touched my nose. “Before
yesterday, I had freckles.
They were light, but they were
there.”
Narrowing his eyes on my nose,
he attempted to
decipher.
Taking a deep breath, I
continued, “Sorry, that didn’t
make any sense. Let me put it this
way—I had freckles
when I went to your mom’s lab with
my dad.”
His expression became so
intense, frightening
almost, that I hesitated. My
feelings about him were
conflicted. He made me uneasy.
Everything about him
was so foreign.
Emery’s voice took on a
soothing tone. “I understand
that you injured your head in my
mom’s lab. Please, tell
me how. You can trust me. I want to
help you.”
I searched his eyes. It was
difficult to penetrate
through the blackness, adding to my
unease. “I don’t
think you can.”
Impulsively, or maybe
intentionally, he grabbed
my hand, holding it between his.
“Please, tell me,” he
repeated.
I took another deep, tortured
breath. “Your mom
had something cooking in beakers on
that Bunsen
burner near the coffeemaker. While
Dad interviewed
her, I sat on a stool next to them.
The stool collapsed
and I fell, knocking everything over
onto the table.
When the liquids ran together, they
formed this white
cloud, and I breathed it in. It’s
difficult to explain exactly
what happened. My whole body felt
like it was on fire,
melting from the inside, and then
everything went
black. I guess I passed out or
something. Afterward, I
was…changed.”
“What do you mean by
‘changed’?” he asked, slowly
and calmly, squeezing my hand.
Pulling my hand from his grip,
I lifted it to my fore-
head. “When I passed out, I hit my
head on the edge of
the counter. My forehead split, or
at least, that’s what
Dad and Ben said, and with all the
blood, I don’t think
they were wrong.” My fingers trembled
against the
gauze. “The doctor at the ER said it
was only a surface
wound. He thought Dad and Ben had
been fooled by
the blood, thinking it was worse
than it really was. He
put a bandage over it and this
gauze.”
Emery’s gaze fixed on my
unsteady fingers, watching
as I pinched the surgical tape and
hesitantly pulled the
gauze away, exposing my forehead.
His eyes filled with
disbelief.
“How did this happen,
Emery?”
Shaking his head, his gaze
dropped to his hands in
his lap.
Quiet minutes ticked by. With
each passing one,
I sank deeper into despair. When I
couldn’t take
the silence anymore, I pleaded,
“Please, Emery, say
something.”
“Be patient. I’m
thinking.”
“Well, think out loud.”
Smiling slightly cock-eyed, he
said, “Trust me, you
don’t want me to do that.”
Does he think this is a
joke? Furious, I slapped the
gauze on my forehead. “Trust you?
Apparently that was
a mistake.” Abruptly, I stood up,
causing the swing to
sway.
“Cassidy, sit down,” Emery
commanded calmly.
Glaring, I sat. I had nowhere
else to go.
“Trusting me is the right
thing to do. Aside from
my mom, I’m the only other person
who understands
anything of depth about Formula
10X.”
“Formula 10X?” I said with
hope. “That’s what was
in the beakers?”
“Yes, or at least, a variation
of it. I don’t know for
certain, because she kept her latest
experimentation
with the formula undisclosed.”
“Why would she keep it a
secret from you?” I asked,
truly interested.
He smiled to himself. “That’s
the way she is. I assume
she wanted to prove out her new
theories before bring-
ing me back in.”
Strange, I
thought. He says this like he didn’t ask her
about it. Why wouldn’t he ask? “Well, she did it. It works.
I’m living proof she
succeeded.”
“No, I don’t think she did,”
he disagreed, sounding
regretful. “How the formula has
affected you would not
have been her intention.” Pausing,
he looked thoughtful.
“However, it’s premature for me to
come to that con-
clusion until I know precisely how
you’ve been affected,
or changed, as you put it. Tell me
everything.”
“Everything” poured out at
once. I ended my
twenty-seven-hour saga with this:
“At the police station,
I thought you’d figured it all out.
The way you looked
at me all intense, it seemed like you
guessed everything
that was going on.”
Shaking his head, Emery
smiled. “Though I admit I
did find your behavior odd, I
wouldn’t have guessed this
in a million years.”
Despite the situation, I
laughed. He found my behavior
odd? I also thought the “million years” was an exaggera-
tion. I had a feeling Emery wasn’t
in the dark about
anything for long. “Okay, now you
know everything.
What do you think?”
Silence was his only response
as he studied my face.
His scrutiny reminded me of his mother’s—clinical,
detached—like he observed me under a
microscope.
This was disturbing, to say the
least.
My brow furrowed. “Stop
staring at me like that. I
know I’m a freak.”
“Cassidy, you are not a
freak,” he contradicted, his
expression softening. “Don’t ever
say or think that. I
certainly don’t view you that way.
I’m only astounded
by how you’ve been affected. From a
scientific perspec-
tive, it’s impossible.”
“It can’t be.” My eyes welled.
“Look at me.”
Alert to the coming despair,
Emery placed a reas-
suring hand on my shoulder. “But
that doesn’t mean we
won’t find a solution. I promise you,
we will.”
Emery spoke with such earnest
confidence that I
couldn’t help but believe him.
Nodding agreement, I
dabbed my wet eyes with my
sleeve.
Dropping his hand from my
shoulder, he said in a
formal tone, “Allow me to tell you
about Formula 10X.
It’s a type of gene therapy
containing a variety of animal
DNA, among many other components. My
mom’s goal
is to find a way to manipulate these
DNAs to benefit a
human recipient by choosing genes
that represent dif-
ferent strengths of the nonhuman and
infusing those
genes into the weakened cells and
tissues of the human.
For example, a human who is crippled
would perhaps
be infused with puma genes, since
they are known for
their agility and strength. The goal
is not to make the
human like the puma, but to restore
the human’s func-
tion and health within a normal
range.”
“Well, why am I like a puma,
then?”
“I don’t know exactly.
Obviously, by your intense
physical reaction when initially
exposed, something in
the formula overloaded your nervous
system. Maybe
10X affected you so extremely
because you’re a young,
healthy girl who received the
formula in its entirety.
What I mean is, you would have never
been a 10X
candidate, since you suffer none of
the disabilities and
ailments an appropriate candidate
would. Also, the
recipient would have been
administered the formula
in small doses, tailored to their
needs. Your exposure
was radical, and now you’re
experiencing the full potent
affects of 10X. Do you
understand?”
I nodded. “I think so. It’s
like a glass half filled with
water, slowly having more added
until it reaches the rim.
I was already a full glass, and 10X
was an entire pitcher
poured into me at once.” Dread
brewed inside me as I
continued. “And now that the water
has spilled, there’s no
way to tell where it will go or what
will happen to it.”
“That’s one way to look at
it,” Emery said, dismally
looking at the woods. For several
seconds he didn’t
speak, lost in thought.
During those quiet seconds, I
stared at the ground,
not thinking, only waiting. When I
felt his eyes on my
face, I looked up. His expression
was determined.
“None of this makes sense, but
obviously, it isn’t
impossible. As you pointed out,
you’re living proof.
Since it isn’t impossible, there is
an answer and solution.
Tell me again, in detail, what you
experienced when the
liquids converged.”
Quickly, I explained again.
Finishing the account, I
held my breath expectantly.
Smiling slightly, he shrugged.
“I have nothing.”
My breath rushed out in an
offended gust. “What?
Do you think this is a game or
something?”
“No,” he quickly clarified.
“I’m sorry, Cassidy, that
came across as glib. I truly have
nothing, and it frus-
trates me. I understand the
compounds turned to a gas,
but I have no idea why. And I have
no idea what they
formed or why your nervous system
reacted so violently
when you inhaled the gas. There has
to be an unknown,
a catalyst that pushed everything
over the edge. What
that catalyst is, again, I haven’t a
clue…Cassidy, are you
listening to me?”
Actually, I wasn’t. A black
cat near the path leading
to the woods had caught my eye. Low
to the ground,
it focused intensely on something in
the tall grass.
I recognized what it was doing
because I had done it
myself. The cat was hunting,
stalking its prey. After
commando-crawling toward its victim,
it sank low in
the grass, anticipating the kill.
Opportunity arrived.
Black fur gracefully glided through
the air. The cat
easily landed on the unfortunate
victim: a brown field
mouse.
I watched the cat excitedly
toss the mouse in the air,
remorselessly tormenting its victim.
Dread slid through
my stomach. “Emery, you mentioned
pumas. Do you
think there was cat DNA in that
stuff I sucked in?”
Turning back to him, I saw
that he had been watch-
ing the cat, too. He replied, “She
experimented with
feline DNA.”
I took this as a yes. Oh,
geez.
“There is another thing I’ve
noticed different about
me,” I began hesitantly. Emery
looked back at me, and
I could feel my cheeks warm under
his gaze. I really
didn’t want to bring this up, but
thought I should after
what he witnessed at the sports
field. “I don’t usually
have meltdowns. I’m not one of those
emotional girls…
at least, I wasn’t…I have no idea
why I started bawling
like that.”
His response wasn’t hesitant
at all. “The changes
you’ve experienced are not only
physical, but chemical,
so it stands to reason you will be
more prone to mood
swings and extreme reactions. And it
will be more diffi-
cult—how should I say it?—to shove
feelings down.”
I stared at him in surprise.
He had pegged me. I
was the queen of shoving down
unwanted feelings. “If
you’re right, Emery, poor me—poor
everyone.”
To this, he only smiled, and
then said, “It’s about
time you showed me what you can do.”
Glancing across
the sprawling lawn, his eyes settled
on a couple lying
together on the grass. They were far
enough away that
their facial features were
indistinguishable. “Tell me
about them.”
Rising to the challenge, I
adjusted the couple until
they appeared a few feet away. On
their stomachs, they
turned their heads in so they were
nose to nose.
“Okay, the guy has
shoulder-length, brown—”
Emery interrupted, squinting
his eyes. “You’ll have
to do better than that. Even I can
see his hair.”
“Well, can you see he has a
silver hoop through
the right side of his bushy, black
unibrow? And there’s
a mole smack in the middle of his
left cheek.” I gri-
maced. “Geez, he should have that
removed. Okay, his
girlfriend has multiple piercings.
She looks like a pin
cushion. There are three small hoops
through her left
eyebrow. One. Two. Three. No, four
diamond studs on
the left side of her nose. Gross. A
gold hoop hanging
between her nostrils—”
With a look of distaste, Emery
cut in. “You’ve con-
vinced me with vision. All right,
they appear to be
talking. Can you hear what they’re
saying?”
“No prob.” I smiled
confidently, weeding through
surrounding noise. After a moment, I
tuned into the
man’s husky whispers. “Okay, got
them. He’s saying—”
My jaw dropped. Immediately, I
severed the connec-
tion, but not before turning bright
red.
Emery laughed
hysterically.
Still blushing, I watched him
sternly. Every time he
looked at me, he laughed harder.
Child prodigy or not,
ultimately, boys will be boys.
Taking a deep breath, he
suddenly composed
himself. “Sorry, Cassidy, but your
expression was hys-
terical. You’ve convinced me that
you heard them.” He
grinned.
In response, I scowled.
“Again, I apologize,” he
repeated with an amused
grin. “All right, let’s move on to
another test.” Scanning
the park, his gaze settled behind
me. “Don’t turn around.
Behind you, that toddler is now
eating something.”
Closing my eyes, I sniffed the
air. There were so
many competing scents. “Is it
sweet?” I asked.
“Yes, it is.”
Nodding, I took in a deep
breath. Distinguish-
ing scents, I pinpointed a sweet,
edible one close by.
Opening my eyes, I grinned. “My,
you’re tricky, Emery.
First of all, that isn’t called
eating. That’s called drink-
ing, and he’s drinking apple juice.”
Emery gave me an impressed
look. “I can’t see the
juice box from here, so I’ll take
your word for it.” Grab-
bing my hands, he stood up, pulling
me to my feet.
“Now, let’s test strength.”
“Are you asking me to toss you
off here or break
your fingers?” I teased, slightly
squeezing them.
Grinning, he pulled his hands
away. “Definitely not
the fingers, and I think tossing me
from this swing is
too public, though I admit it would
be a good show.”
He nodded to the woods. “We’ll find
something more
discreet in there.”
While following the path
through the woods,
Emery’s eyes roamed for that
something discreet. About
a hundred feet in, he suggested,
“Let’s get off this main
path. Over there.” He pointed to a
thinly trodden trail
cutting through thick growth.
Following Emery, we pushed our
way through the
growth. Obviously, no one had come
down this over-
grown trail in a while. I got the
brunt of the overgrowth
as the branches Emery pushed forward
sprung back at
me. After getting slapped in the
face with one, I was
prepared to demand that I lead, when
Emery said, “Yes,
this will work.”
Stepping into a clearing, he
pointed to a fallen tree
twenty feet ahead.
Smiling, I decided to show him
leaping before
strength. “Stand back,” I warned,
pushing him aside.
Then, running forward, I leaped for
the target. Leading
with my right foot, my body glided
easily through the
air. The exhilaration I had felt
while speeding around
the school track returned, and that
strange, pent-up
feeling released. For whatever
reason, this very unnatu-
ral thing felt as natural as walking
to me, and incredibly
freeing, as if I had been meant for
this.
My right foot touched the top
of the massive trunk,
and my left pulled in next to it. The
landing had been
perfect, steady and strong, without
even a hint of
balance loss. Pivoting on the trunk
to face Emery, I
smiled smugly.
Walking toward me, he
exclaimed, “That was incred-
ible. You move like a cat.”
His praise wiped the smile off
my face. “Cat,” I
grumbled to myself. “What’s up with
the cat theme?”
With a sigh, I hopped down next to
him. “I suppose you
want me to move this.” I patted the
thick tree trunk.
Emery examined the area around
the tree. “It appears
safe. I don’t see any danger if you
disturb it. First, make
sure there isn’t anyone
nearby.”
My ears quickly searched. “All
clear,” I announced,
moving up to the trunk.
Emery stepped back, his face
shining with anticipa-
tion.
Resting my palms against the
trunk, I prepared to
move the giant tree. Pulling in a
breath, I pushed. The
tree was heavy, but with exertion,
the giant’s resistance
gave way. I rolled the trunk up out
of the indented
ground. From underneath, something
scurried up the
trunk near my left hand. Squealing,
I jumped back. The
thick trunk rolled back into its
resting place.
Emery grinned. “It was only a
lizard.”
“I hate lizards.”
I shuddered. “The nasty thing almost
ran over my hand.”
“Ironic. You can push fifteen
hundred pounds, and
you’re scared of a little
lizard.”
I gasped. “One thousand five
hundred pounds?”
Surveying the tree, he nodded
thoughtfully. “At
least.”
The information stunned me.
“Okay, then. What do
you want me to do next?”
For the next couple of hours,
Emery sought out all
kinds of challenges, from moving
boulders and leaping
into trees, to distinguishing sounds
and scents. He even
had me describe in detail what tree
bark looked like
microscopically.
Something else took place during
this time. My
unease around Emery disappeared. In
fact, it amazed
me just how comfortable I felt
around him. Though he
was my age, he had none of the
uncertainties we teens
are usually plagued with. For the
most part, I walked
on eggshells around girls my age.
Saying or doing the
wrong thing could trigger an instant
“girl war.” Even
though my friends weren’t petty,
instinctively, I was
careful. The boys weren’t as
sensitive but were every
bit as gossipy. So in general, I
watched my back, never
letting my guard down. It was
exhausting. With Emery,
I believed I could be myself, say
the wrong thing, do the
wrong thing, and he wouldn’t hold it
against me. He
really was a breath of fresh
air.
After testing senses,
strength, and agility, Emery
announced, “It’s time for speed.
Let’s see how fast you
can go through these woods.”
Back at the main path, we
parted ways. The plan was
for Emery to go to one entrance and
me to the other.
After listening to be sure the coast
was clear, I would
tune in to him where he would be
looping a countdown
out loud. From my end of the path, I
tuned in to the
woods. All I heard was Emery’s
looping countdown.
Positioning myself to run, I
listened.
“. . . Three, two, one—”
I took off at a mind-boggling
speed. Within seconds,
I stood before Emery. Wide-eyed, he
stared at me like
he’d seen a ghost.
“Unbelievable,” he uttered
above a whisper.
His reaction made me edgy.
“How fast do you think
I ran?” I asked, attempting to sound
casual.
“My guess would be forty miles
per hour. Imagine
how fast you would be on a solid,
straight surface. I’ve
never witnessed anything like this.”
His mouth pulled
down in the corners.
With an anxious feeling in my
gut, I studied him.
His face held no expression, as if
he wore a mask to hide
real emotions. The more I looked at
him, the more I
believed the emotion he hid was
fear. If he’s terrified of
me, everyone will be, I anguished.
“What do you
want me to do now?” I said
sheepishly.
“Nothing,” he answered,
distracted. “Let’s head
out.” He motioned for me to walk
ahead.
With Emery following silently
behind, I walked in a
daze. I assumed he had me walk ahead
to keep an eye on
me. I am the most dangerous
thing out here, I bitterly told
myself. I’d make me walk
ahead, too, and—
Something scratchy brushed my
cheek, interrupt-
ing the thought. Reflex kicked in,
and before a second
passed, I was crouched on a tree
branch, looking down
at Emery. Smirking, he waved a dry
tree branch in his
hand.
“What’s the big deal?” I
snapped, hopping down.
Tossing the branch, he stated,
untroubled, “I
assumed you would react that way
when startled. We’ll
have to work on those involuntary
reflexes.” With a
grin, he added, “We can’t have you
jumping up in trees
in public.”
Glaring hard, I grumbled,
“Nice. Real nice.” With
my shoulder, I shoved past him,
stomping down the
path.
“I couldn’t have taken you
off-guard if I warned you
beforehand,” he called after me.
“For your protection,
I needed to know how you would
handle it.”
I spun around. “For my protection?
Don’t you mean
for yours or for the innocent
public’s?”
He grinned with understanding.
“Oh, you think I’m
afraid.” Walking toward me, he
continued, “Cassidy, I’m
fascinated, hardly afraid. Not of
you, at least. I am con-
cerned about you being exposed,
though.” He stopped in
front of me.
Glancing up at him, I asked,
“So you think I should
keep this a secret?”
Alarm washed over his face.
Abruptly, he grabbed
my upper arms. “Cassidy, you can
tell no one about this.
Absolutely no one.” Bending close to
me, he searched
my eyes. “Do you understand? No one
can know. Not
your parents, not anyone. Keeping
this a secret is not
only for your safety, it’s for your
family’s safety, too.”
My eyes widened. “Why would my
family be in
danger?”
“Think, Cassidy. Whoever has
my mom will want
you. You are Formula 10X, and they
would view you as
a nonentity, something to be
acquired. Your personal
value and rights would mean
absolutely nothing to
them. You would become a lab rat.
Imagine what they
would do to you.”
I tried not to.
“If they become aware of your
existence, they’ll do
anything to get you. People like
this have no bound-
aries. Everyone and everything
becomes free game
for them to get what they want. That
includes Nate,
Chazz—”
“Stop,” I interrupted, shaking
my head to dislodge
the terrifying images. “I get it. I
won’t tell anyone.”
After quick scrutiny, Emery
released my arms. Calm
replaced the alarm on his face. I
believed this expres-
sion was his standard mask. For a
moment, I studied the
mask that showed no signs of strain
or worry. As far as
facades go, it was a solid one, but
I wasn’t fooled. I knew
the turmoil that had to be going on
underneath.
“Emery, I’m sorry about your
mom,” I said for the
first time.
Tightening his lips, he nodded
acknowledgment.
“Do you know who has
her?”
He stared off into the woods.
“No, but I know she’s
alive.”
“Please forgive me, Emery.”
The words wanted to
stick in my throat. It was wrong to
ask, but I had to.
“But how do you know?”
Looking back at me, he stated
matter-of-factly,
“She’s too valuable to kill. They
abducted her because
she has something they want. The
fact that I’m here
talking with you means she must be
cooperating to
some degree. It’s
unfortunate.”
It took me a moment to decode
his meaning. “You
don’t want her to cooperate, even if
it means she’s pro-
tecting you? What is it they want
from her?”
His smile was a mix of sadness
and resentment. “I’ve
already told you. They want you.
Formula 10X. It is
incredibly lucrative, and yes, I
want her not to cooper-
ate, no matter the sacrifice. In the
wrong hands, 10X is
detrimental to the world. Visualize
an army of you.”
“But they don’t know about
me.”
“And I plan to
keep them ignorant.”
Staring up at him, I let his
words sink in. He plans to
protect me. I’m not alone. With this realization, I threw
my arms around his neck, like he was
a life preserver.
“Thank you,” I said in one grateful
breath, tightening
my arms.
Grabbing my biceps, he
attempted to loosen the
hold. “A little tight,” he
choked.
“Oh.” Blushing, I released
him.
Rubbing his neck, he smiled
with ease. “You have
quite a grip.” Noting that my cheek
shade deepened, he
continued, “Please, don’t feel
embarrassed. I understand
how scared you are. I promise you,
though, everything
will be all right. You will be all
right.”
“Thank you,” I whispered,
believing every word.
As he continued to smile, a
curious glint appeared in
his black eyes. “My mom will shed
light on the situation
when we get her back,” he said in a
casual tone.
Knitting my brow, I rewound
his previous state-
ments to figure out what I had
missed.
Reading my expression, his
smile broadened. “Oh,
I didn’t I tell you, did I? You and
I are going to find
her.”
Reviews-
"Brimful of danger, secrets, a bit of romance and fun, this debut author's entertaining plot and well-drawn characters not only is all it promises to be, but will leave readers looking for more.." -- Gail Welborn, Examiner
"Elise Stokes ranks up there with other YA masterminds!" -- Kitty Bullard, Great Minds Think Aloud
"Can I vote now for a movie on this series? With the adventure, the mystery and Cassidy's super powers, Elise Stokes has delivered everything that a young reader could hope for." --Stephanie Laymon, Five Alarm Book Reviews
"Brimful of danger, secrets, a bit of romance and fun, this debut author's entertaining plot and well-drawn characters not only is all it promises to be, but will leave readers looking for more.." -- Gail Welborn, Examiner
"Elise Stokes ranks up there with other YA masterminds!" -- Kitty Bullard, Great Minds Think Aloud
"Can I vote now for a movie on this series? With the adventure, the mystery and Cassidy's super powers, Elise Stokes has delivered everything that a young reader could hope for." --Stephanie Laymon, Five Alarm Book Reviews
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