Independence Hall (I, Q, Book 1)
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Thirteen-year-old Quest (Q) isn't sure he's ready for a new family. For a long time it's just been him and his mom, Blaze. But everything changes when Blaze falls in love with Roger and they start a new rock band called Match. Now they're married, have a hit record, and Match is going out on a year-long driving tour across the country. Q, along with new stepsister Angela, will take a year off from school and travel with the band. For now, home will be a luxury motor coach and homework will be a Web site diary of their travels. Perfect-Q can practice his magic tricks and Angela can read her spy novels. What can go wrong? As Q and Angela settle into their new life and new relationship as siblings, they start to notice that certain coincidences don't seem coincidental. For example, how does a band roadie named Boone find them in the middle of a desert where their coach just happens to break down? Why does a man from their parents' wedding keep showing up in the same cities they stop at? When they reach Philadelphia, Q and Angela realize this tour is definitely not the trip their parents had planned and that the "City of Brotherly Love" is full of mysteries and secrets that could threaten their new life together. In addition to his action adventure books, Roland is the author of many award-winning books for children including Journey of the Red Wolf; The Captain's Dog: My Journey with the Lewis and Clark Tribe; and Thunder Cave, which was a 1996 Notable Children's Trade Book in the field of Social Studies. His books with Sleeping Bear Press include W is for Waves: An Ocean Alphabet; Z is for Zookeeper: A Zoo Alphabet; and N is for our Nation's Capital: A Washington, DC Alphabet. Roland lives near Portland, Oregon.
mostly from Buddy. Mom put her phone on speaker. Each of Buddy’s messages was louder than the previous message. His main points: 1. Their album, Rekindled, had hit #1 on Billboard. 2. The concert tour was sold out and he was booking extra concert dates. 3. Mom and Roger had dozens of appearance offers including three network morning shows. 4. Why don’t you return my calls! 5. Turn on your cell phones! 6. Who do you think you are! Mom expected the album to do well, but not that well, and
“Nevada,” Boone answered. “Great!” Buddy said. “I feel better with you behind the wheel. If you want to head up the roadies the job’s yours.” “I’d be happy to give ’em a hand,” Boone said. “But I got no interest in bein’ the boss.” “Same old Boone,” Buddy said. “I’ll put you on the payroll.” Big surprise, I thought, and looked out the window. “Why are we parked in a warehouse?” “It’s perfect,” Buddy answered. “Two blocks from The Electric Factory. I hired a security company to keep the fans
you. Don’t hang—” My phone beeped. I looked at the screen. “My mom’s calling.” “Don’t tell her what’s going on,” Angela said. “That shouldn’t be a problem,” I said. “Since I don’t know what is going on!” I picked up the incoming call as I started walking. “Hi, Q,” Mom said. “How’s everything in the City of Brotherly Love?” “Great. How’s it going in the Big Apple?” “New York City is insane! When we landed there must have been fifty photographers and reporters waiting for us. A caravan of
stared at him and suddenly realized that Boone was not who he said he was. He had lied about everything. “Who are you?” I asked. “An ancient roadie.” I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” Boone shrugged again. “Buddy didn’t ask you to follow us did he?” Boone was silent. “There was no young guitar player with you when you found us broke down on the side of the road,” I continued. “You knew Q stood for Quest.” “I guess you caught me,” Boone said without a hint of remorse. Also missing was
speculation that would burn for months. So far no one’s paid much attention to Roger’s supposedly deceased wife. It wouldn’t take long for them to dig up the fact that Malak was a Secret Service agent who died in the line of duty under mysterious circumstances.” He started walking again. “If that came out who knows where it would go. Angela said…and I quote: ‘If you figured out that my mom had an identical twin, a reporter will figure it out.’ I’m not sure she’s right. The secret is buried pretty