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Charlie Hernández & the Golden Dooms

About The Book

Inspired by Hispanic folklore, legends, and myths from the Iberian Peninsula and Central and South America, this third book in the Charlie Hernández series follows Charlie as he fights against an army of the dead.

After hitchhiking across Central and South America to rescue the Witch Queen and face off against La Mano Peluda, Charlie Hernández is pretty much grounded for life. But after all he’s been through, some quiet time at home with his parents might be nice. Though it would be better if he didn’t have to share his room with his obnoxiously perfect cousin Raúl, who’s staying with them.

But quiet is hard to come by when you’re the fifth and final morphling, and it’s not long before death walks back into Charlie’s life. Or at least, the dead do, starting with a mysterious young calaca who corners him at school, dropping cryptic hints about trouble brewing in the 305. With the League of Shadows focused on repairing fractured alliances and tracking gathering armies, this one’s up to Charlie to solve.

Following the clues only leads to more questions, and not even teenage investigative journalist extraordinaire Violet Rey can figure out how a sudden rooster infestation, earthquakes, missing persons, and a pet-napping gang of lizard-men—whom Charlie doesn’t recognize from any legend—are all connected. Most concerning of all is when they learn a map has been stolen that reveals the locations of the Golden Dooms, the twelve ancient calaca watchmen who form the magical barrier between the realms.

To stop the impending invasion, Charlie and Violet must outwit an ancient evil and unravel the most sinister of schemes. That is, unless they’d rather watch the Land of the Living get overrun by the dead.

Excerpt

Chapter One CHAPTER ONE
Death came for me at around lunchtime. I was walking out of Ms. Alonso’s third-period history, on my way to the cafeteria, and didn’t even see it coming. No one usually does. In fact, as I started down the hallway toward the little stairs plastered with prom posters, all I saw was a girl. And she didn’t look particularly deadly, either. She was, as a matter of fact, seriously pretty. I mean, who would’ve thought somebody that cute was gonna bring about the end of the world? Definitely not me, or else I wouldn’t’ve stood there like some starry-eyed goof, basically just gawking at her as she slipped her way between the streams of hungry middle schoolers and came right up to me.

“¿Perdona, tú eres Charlie Hernández?”

Large hazel eyes blinked up at me from beneath ridiculously long, ridiculously thick lashes, and I think I might’ve managed a couple of blinks myself. I think….

She tried again. “Are you Charlie Hernández?”

And this time I managed a whole nod. (Impressive, I know.) But before I could work up to an “Uh,” or a “Huh,” or even an “Uh-huh, that’s me!” her hands snapped out, quick as a thought, and she was shoving me backward—back, back, back past the broken water fountain, past the row of second-floor lockers, past the little janitor’s closet with all the brooms inside, and through a door very clearly marked GIRLS’ RESTROOM.

“Hey, what are you DOING?” I hissed, watching her flip the dead bolt.

“Locking the door.”

“Yeah, that I can see. My question is, WHY?”

“¿Cuál es el problema?”

“The problem is that this is a girls’ bathroom!”

“So?”

“So there could’ve been A GIRL in here!”

“There is a girl in here.”

“WHAT! Where?” I whirled, my heart doing its best flippity-floppity, fish-out-of-water impersonation; and a moment later I felt the tap of a cold finger on my shoulder.

“Right behind you…”

Ah. Her. Right.

As I turned back around, I couldn’t help noticing that she was now staring up at me the same sorta way someone might stare at a three-headed mule.

“You’re… different than I expected,” she said doubtfully.

“Well, that’s kinda your fault for expecting. Most people don’t expect much from me. And it usually works out better for everyone that way.”

Her dark eyes narrowed. “You seem tense.”

“That’s because I am tense! And I’m getting outta here before someone catches us and I get even tenser!”

I started toward the door, which was definitely a step in the right direction, but not nearly enough. I should’ve gone running out of that bathroom and not stopped until I’d reached the North Pole. (Which, in case you were wondering, was approximately 3,972 miles from South Florida.)

“Wait!” Suddenly, Little Miss Shoves-a-Lot leapt in front of me, flinging her hands out like a traffic cop. “¡Necesito tu ayuda!”

And it was the fear—no, the pleading in those last few words (“I need your help”)—that really got me. She sounded alone. And scared. And near tears.

So I stopped. I stared at her, and she stared back. Her hair was thick and dark and wavy, and her skin was smooth and tan and so uniformly flawless that you had to wonder if she’d ever even had a single zit.

She was almost too perfect to be real. Which, come to think of it, should’ve been my first tip-off.

The second, though—easily—should’ve been her fashion sense. Or, rather, her lack thereof… She looked like someone who had been told how middle school kids liked to dress but hadn’t actually ever seen one. At least not in a while. Her hairstyle and bell-bottoms made her look like she’d just stepped out of Austin Powers’s groovy time machine, and her colorful purple sweater screamed eighties pop (and actually read, on one sleeve: THE 80S ROCK!).

She said, “I’m in trouble.”

“Trouble?” Confused, I shook my head. “Well, in that case, you should probably find a hall monitor. And those are usually found out in the halls.…”

“But I don’t need a hall monitor,” she said pleadingly. “I need a Morphling!”

About The Author

Photograph (c) Ryan Calejo

Ryan Calejo is the author of the Charlie Hernández series. He was born and raised in south Florida, where he graduated from the University of Miami with a BA. He teaches swimming to elementary school students, chess to middle school students, and writing to high school students. Having been born into a family of immigrants and growing up in the so-called “Capital of Latin America,” Ryan knows the importance of diversity in our communities and is passionate about writing books that children of all ethnicities can relate to.

Product Details

  • Publisher: Aladdin (September 13, 2022)
  • Length: 384 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781534484214
  • Grades: 5 - 9
  • Ages: 10 - 14

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A South Florida middle schooler faces monsters in his quest to save the Land of the Living from the Land of the Dead in this riveting latest series installment.... The quest takes him to real Miami sights, from a centuries-old Spanish monastery that doubles as a Witch Queen’s study to the Venetian Pool where reptilian heavies wait to attack. Charlie defeats magical enemies at every turn, all while charmingly balancing ordinary issues such as friction with his cousin and his first love. The plot thickens when deceptions and connections between all the mysteries are revealed. Clever, funny, and entertaining. —Kirkus Reviews

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