Lexi Magill and the Teleportation Tournament


By Kim Long

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For fans of The Amazing Race, Lexi Magill and the Teleportation Tournament is the perfect adventure for middle grade readers who like scavenger hunts and puzzle-solving.

Twelve-year-old physics whiz Lexi Magill won't let anything stop her from winning Wisconsin's Teleportation Tournament–the annual competition where teams teleport around the world to solve science-based puzzles. She needs the prize money if she wants to re-enroll in the science academy her parents can no longer afford. Added bonus: she'll be able to reconnect with her best friend Haley.

But Lexi's two teammates put a wrench in her plans. When one misreads a clue that lands the team in a castle in Germany, and the other loses her teleportation medallion in Poland, Lexi wonders what she's gotten herself into. Struggling to keep her team under control as the race rages on, Lexi not only has to figure out how to get back on course (literally), but she must decide how far she's willing to go to win, and who her real friends are. With riddles to solve and messages to decode, this interactive read won't disappoint!


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Lexi snatched the teleportation medallion off the counter and flipped it into the air. The half-dollar-sized gray medallion landed in her palm, and she clenched her fingers over it. A Tel-Med was the final thing she needed to enter the Teleportation Tournament, and now she had one. Granted, she had to blow her birthday dough and an entire year’s allowance to rent it, but it’s not like she had a choice. There was no way that she, Alexis Theresa Magill, teleport science whiz and Wisconsin’s top junior scientist, was missing the chance to race around the world in the student science competition of the year.

“You’re all set,” the rental store employee said as he handed a smiling Lexi the receipt. “The store’s closed Monday for the Memorial Day holiday, so it needs to be back on Tuesday to avoid a late fee.”

Lexi nodded. “Got it. Thanks.”

Tel-Med tucked safely in her pocket, Lexi strode to the exit. She checked her watch. 6:10 a.m. Right on schedule. In a few minutes, she’d be at the high school, where she’d grab a spot in the tournament check-in line and wait for her teammates. Sure, she was a tad early, but it was worth it. Fifty teams of three kids each meant 150 entrants—the check-in line was going to get majorly long in a hurry.

Besides, early meant she’d get a chance to talk to Haley. Although they’d chatted on the phone and texted a few times, Lexi hadn’t been able to spend any real time with her best friend since moving across town. There was so much Lexi wanted to catch up on—like finding out who Haley picked as her new lab partner after Lexi switched schools. Or if Haley finally figured out how to program Gary, the robotic grasshopper, to jump over a box of paper clips. Giggling to herself as she turned the corner, Lexi guessed a big “No” on that one. Lexi had created the original code, and Haley wasn’t great at—

“Hey, Lexi!”

“Look! It’s Lexi!”

Lexi glanced ahead. Down the block, kids from her former science academy waved from the parking lot. “Hey, everyone!” she yelled, picking up the pace.

Three boys wearing blue jeans and blue T-shirts with “Physics Phenoms” emblazoned across the front ran toward her. “You’re here!” the middle boy said, eyes wide.

Lexi threw back her shoulders and grinned. “Hi, Tomoka! Of course! You didn’t really think I’d miss this, did you?”

More kids rushed to greet her, and soon Lexi felt like her old self, chatting away about advancements in teleport science (underwater telepods for divers exploring the ocean floor!) and the newest tech gadgets (bionic gloves!). But as the conversations continued, a lump formed in her throat. She missed this. When her dad lost his job and moved her family to a smaller house across town, the pricey science academy was one of the first things to go under her parents’ “major downsizing initiative.”

Now Lexi was stuck at West Elm Middle School, where fitting in was like sound waves traveling in a vacuum: impossible. Not only wasn’t there anyone who wanted to discuss the finer points of quantum physics, but the school didn’t even have a science club. Plus, moving midyear made it impossible to find friends. So far, her semester had been filled with lonely lunch periods and loads of free time after school.

Lexi tightened her hands into fists, willing herself to stay focused. Follow the plan. She’d win the tournament and use the prize money to re-enroll in the academy. In the fall, she’d have her old life back.

A speck of a silver T-shirt and a bobbing blonde ponytail flashed in the distance. Instantly brightening, Lexi dashed toward the sparkly target.

“Haley!” Lexi shouted.

“Lexi!” Haley cried, wrapping her arms around Lexi’s shoulders.

Lexi returned her friend’s hug. “I’ve totally missed you.”

“I know,” Haley said. “Me too.” Then, in a whisper, “I can’t believe we’re not racing together. It stinks that teammates have to be from the same school.”

Lexi puffed out a breath. “Tell me about it. You would not believe what I had to go through to find teammates.”

Haley peered past Lexi. “Oh no. Who did you end up with?”

“Just two kids from my history class.” Lexi sighed. “They’re nice and all, but they’re not into science in the least. No science explorer camps, no junior science club… not even a science fair.”

Haley winced. “Ouch. That doesn’t sound good, though I suppose…”


“Well, if they don’t know anything about science, you won’t have anyone to fight with over the answers.”

Lexi laughed. Haley always had a way of twisting things around to find an advantage. “Yeah, well, maybe—”

“Sure,” Haley said. “A bunch of us have been doing practice tournaments on the weekends, and OMG, Lexi. Andre argues about everything—even what telepod line is shorter! If I’m going to have to battle him on every puzzle, it’ll eat up tons of time.” She clutched Lexi’s forearm. “I so wish you were still on my team. We’d be unstoppable!”

Haley continued her rant about Andre, but Lexi’s mind drifted to the practice tournaments she had missed. She wished Haley had invited her. Even though they weren’t teammates, it would have been fun to hang out like they used to. Lexi opened her mouth, but then closed it, remembering the stupid rental Tel-Med in her pocket. A year ago, she had her own, shiny gold Tel-Med and could go teleporting whenever she wanted. The new Magill family budget put an end to that.

A spinning Haley jolted Lexi out of her thoughts.

“Aren’t our shirts awesome?” The shimmery letters shouting “Haley’s Comets” blurred as Haley spun past Lexi.

“Oh wow. Yeah,” Lexi answered half-heartedly. “Good idea with the glitter.” She glanced away, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had taken root in her stomach from missing out. It wasn’t Haley’s fault she didn’t have a Tel-Med anymore. In fact, that was probably why Haley hadn’t bothered asking her—she knew Lexi wouldn’t have been able to go.

Haley whirled to a stop and spread her arms out wide as she wobbled in place.

Laughing, Lexi gripped Haley’s elbow to help her friend regain her balance. “Hey,” she said. “So, tell me about Gary. Did you guys get him to jump?”

Haley steadied and tilted her head to the side, looking confused.

“You know, how we were trying to program him to hop over the box?” Lexi straightened her glasses. “And what’s the new class project—”

“Attention, competitors!” an official announced over the speakers. “It’s time to check in. Everyone, get in line with your teams!”

Haley jumped free of Lexi’s grasp. “This is it! I have to find Emma and Andre. See ya!”

“Yeah, okay,” Lexi mumbled, watching her friend dart through the crowd. “Hey!” she called. “We can catch up at the rest area! Save me a seat!” Haley didn’t turn, and Lexi frowned. Oh well. She should find her teammates, too.

Lexi scanned the parking lot. Not surprisingly, nearly every team was color-coordinated, matching their shirts, pants, windbreakers, and sometimes even their gym shoes. More than half the teams had also sprung for identical backpacks. But as the teams assembled and check-in started, Lexi’s team consisted of a single member: her. She scowled. Two late teammates. Fantastic start.

The line inched forward, and soon Lexi stood three back from the counter. As she turned to scour the area again, a tittering pulsed through the crowd. Lexi looked across the parking lot, where kids who had checked in were waiting. Teams gathered together, hands partially covering their mouths, whispering. Every few seconds, an arm shot out of a huddle with a finger pointed toward the circular drive reserved for buses. Wondering what the commotion could be, Lexi followed one of the fingers to its target.

She sighed with understanding. Her teammates were crossing the driveway, and if there were awards for oddest-looking racers, Ron and Mal would have won in a landslide.

For starters, Ron had to be carrying the largest backpack in the world. Bulging at every side, it seriously looked like his backpack had left a buffet where it had eaten all the other backpacks. Not only did it extend above his head to all the way down to his waist, but it was as wide as his body—his five-foot, five-inch, 160-pound body. And it didn’t end there, as Ron was dressed as someone headed to tryouts: baggy green basketball shorts, loose-fitted green Green Bay Packers shirt, and gym shoes.

Mal, on the other hand, wore a pink T-shirt with, “Eat, Draw, Sleep, Repeat” scrawled across the front, a brown miniskirt, fuchsia leggings, and lime green ballet flats. Her long, glossy black hair was set in an elaborate braid, and a camera hung around her neck. A stylish purse backpack dangled over an arm, and to top it off, a gold scarf circled her wrist. She could have been going to a tea party or a fashion show, or, really, anywhere other than a teleportation tournament.

Lexi waved. “Hey, Ron. Hey, Mal.”

“Lexi!” Ron boomed as he extended his arm over his head. “Never fear, the Filipino Flyer is here!”

“Sorry we’re late,” Mal said as she joined the line.


Ron dropped his pack onto the pavement. “Nah, it’s perfect timing. Looks like we’re next, huh?”

“Um, yeah,” Lexi mumbled without looking. She pointed to the Milwaukee Brewers logo on her T-shirt. She’d used her favorite baseball team as inspiration for her team’s wardrobe. “So, uh, I thought we were going with Brewers gear—or at least their colors of blue and gold? And pockets are kind of important—quick access to our Tel-Meds, IDs, and stuff.”

Mal pinched her T-shirt. “Sorry. I really wanted to wear my drawing shirt.” She raised her arm. “But I added a gold scarf, and I do have a pocket.” Mal turned and directed Lexi to the back of her skirt, where the smallest heart-shaped pocket in the world resided.

“Oh,” Lexi said.

“Yeah, and I looked for something Brewers, but no dice,” Ron said. He stuck out his chest and smoothed the front of his shirt. “So, I went with Packers.” He surveyed the crowd. “This is unbelievable. Almost everyone has team uniforms.”

“I know,” Lexi grumbled. “That’s why I said—”

“Next!” shouted a tournament official at the counter.

Lexi nudged her teammates to the recently vacated station. “Names?” a voice from behind a box of file folders asked.

“Alexis Magill, Ronald Quinto, and Malena Moreno,” Lexi answered.

The man raised his head, revealing a red handlebar mustache and big blue eyes. “Lexi! We’ve missed you!”

“Dr. Harrison! I miss you, too!” Lexi said. “Your physics classes are the best.”

Dr. Harrison picked out their folders. “IDs and Tel-Meds, please.” Lexi retrieved her Tel-Med, noticing the bright blue “RENTAL” stamp for the first time. Deftly flipping it to the other side, she handed it over with her school ID. Dr. Harrison opened the lid to a small black box and inserted the Tel-Med into a compartment. He closed the lid and pressed a button. Click. A second later, after checking the lights on the side of the machine, Dr. Harrison opened the lid and returned the Tel-Med.

“What’s that for?” Lexi asked.

“We’ve installed a tracking and disabling chip,” Dr. Harrison replied. “You’ll hear more about it in a few minutes.”

“Oh.” Lexi studied the medallion. She didn’t see any marks. Whew. There was no way she could afford a charge for damaging it.

Dr. Harrison repeated the process with Ron’s and Mal’s Tel-Meds. “Okay. Team name?”

“Team RAM,” Lexi said, hoping Dr. Harrison wouldn’t comment on how dorky it sounded. Most teams picked science-themed names, but Ron and Mal had nixed all of her suggestions.


“Yeah, it’s our initials,” Mal offered. “Ronald, Alexis, Malena.”

“Gotcha. Team RAM.” Dr. Harrison handed them three navy blue–and–gold ribbon necklaces. “Go ahead and tie your badges through the ribbons.”

“Brewers colors. Cool,” Lexi said as she secured the badge with her name and photo to a necklace and hung it around her neck.

“And here’s your first clue,” Dr. Harrison said, passing a notebook-sized manila envelope to Lexi. “Don’t open it until you’re told to do so. It’s an automatic disqualification.”

“Okay,” Lexi said, grabbing the envelope.

“All right, you three can wait in the main parking lot. We’ll start the formal rules explanation in a little bit.” He winked at Ron and Mal. “You guys really lucked out with Lexi. She knows her stuff. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Lexi said, and she led Mal and Ron to a grassy area bordering the parking lot.

Mal aimed her camera at the check-in booth and snapped a few photos.

“What are you doing?” Lexi asked, unshouldering her pack.

“Grabbing a couple shots. I probably won’t use them, but you never know.”

Lexi squinted toward Mal, confused. “What do you—”

“Man, is this heavy,” Ron interrupted. He hoisted his pack onto a picnic table and opened a few zippers. Hoodies, caps, and T-shirts spilled out.

“Holy cow!” Lexi said. “What’s all that?”

Ron rocked back on his heels. “Swag, man. You know, merchandise. Merch. Haven’t you heard? Europe’s in love with the NFL. I’ve got jerseys, hoodies, hats—tons of Green Bay Packers stuff.” He rubbed his hands together and pointed his thumbs to his chest. “This guy’s gonna make a nice little profit this weekend.”

Lexi stared at him, mouth agape.

“What?” Ron said. “I told you I’d do your science tournament thing if I got a chance to make some money. Football camp’s this summer. My parents will pay for a week, but if I get more dough, I bet I can get them to let me go for two weeks. High school and college coaches love that stuff.”

“I… uh, yeah,” Lexi mumbled. “I remember you saying the money would come in handy, but I thought you meant prize money, like when we win. It’s a race, remember? There’s not going to be time to sell stuff.”

Ron brushed her off. “No worries, Magill. My swag’s gonna go quick. I’ll need maybe five, ten minutes at each stop.”


Mal shrugged. “That works for me. That’s when I’ll take photos.”

Lexi’s breath caught in her throat. “Photos?” she croaked.

“For the state photo contest.” Mal waved her arm to the side as if she were a model displaying a prize on a game show. “‘Around the World’ by Malena Moreno.” She grinned. “Everyone’s gonna have photos from around Wisconsin, maybe somewhere from a summer vacation, but all of Europe? No way. I’ll definitely be the one to beat, not to mention I’ll get automatic extra credit for my art class.”

Lexi squeezed the back of her neck. “Oh yeah,” she muttered as her conversation with Mal rushed back to her. “When you said you’d enter for extra credit, I thought you meant in science—you know, a report on physics…”

Mal laughed. “Nah, I meant art class. Why? Does it matter?”

“No. It’s just… I know teleport science isn’t your thing. And believe me, I’m grateful you guys said you’d come, and I’m all for, you know”—she pointed at Ron—“selling stuff”—she gestured to Mal—“and taking photos, but… we have to keep up with everyone else. They eliminate teams each day, and if we get cut, there’ll be no swag or photos.”

Ron cocked his left eyebrow. Then his right. Then his left. He switched back and forth at a steady pace. After the sixth or seventh time, Lexi couldn’t help but laugh.

“Seriously,” she said, lightly punching her fist into her palm. “I’m all for having fun, but we have to concentrate on the tournament. That’s the whole point.”

“Got it,” Ron said. “Don’t worry, Magill. It’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to it. I love logic puzzles and stuff like that.”

Mal adjusted her scarf. “Yeah, and I love traveling through Europe. I want to go to as many places as possible. We’ll be super-fast.”

Lexi let out a breath, feeling a little better. While she didn’t expect Ron or Mal to know enough science to actually help during the tournament, there was a difference between not helping and slowing her down. “Okay. Thanks, guys.”

Ron hopped onto the picnic bench and stepped atop the table. He looked over the crowd. “All right, so let’s talk about this tournament. Who’s our fiercest competition?”

“Good question,” Mal said as she joined Ron on the tabletop.

Smiling, Lexi climbed up, too. She noticed Haley’s Comets, the Physics Phenoms, Tesla’s Techies, and several other teams of former classmates or summer science camp pros mingling in the lot. Jealousy rumbled through her. She’d give anything to be down there, laughing and talking about potential science problems they’d encounter in the tournament.

Next year. Next year, that’ll be me.

“Earth to Lexi,” Mal said, giving her a poke. “What do you think? Who do we have to watch out for?”

Everybody. Lexi motioned to the middle of the lot. “Well, everyone from the academy and STEM competitions will definitely be good.”

“STEM?” Mal said. “That’s Science, Tech—”

“—nology, Engineering, and Mathematics,” Lexi interrupted. “There are competitions throughout the year.” She identified the main teams before flipping her hand toward three sparkling silver shirts. “And that’s Haley’s team. She’s my best friend and real smart, too.”

“Hmmm,” Ron said. “Who won last year?”

Lexi stared into the crowd. “The Mighty Sanbornes. David and Daniel are twins. They just turned fourteen, so this is the last year they can run. They’re entering with their sister, Ashley. She’s twelve, like us, so this will be her first tournament. I don’t see them yet, though.”

“Mighty Sanbornes,” Ron murmured. He smoothed his hands together. “Good to know.”

A horn blared, and Team RAM jolted. Lexi watched as Dr. Harrison proceeded to a makeshift stage at the front of the parking lot. With a squeal, she hurriedly leaped to the ground and grabbed her notebook. The tournament was about to start.


Dr. Harrison leaned into the microphone. “Welcome to Wisconsin’s Sixth Annual Memorial Day Weekend Teleportation Tournament!” He laughed, stepping back. “Wow! It’s nice seeing everyone up so early on a Saturday!”

Cheers erupted across the parking lot. Lexi smiled but didn’t join. Standing tall, she stared straight ahead, clicked her pen, and rested a notebook on her arm, ready to write. Ron sidled up next to her… with a partially torn spiral notebook that was clearly a leftover from last semester. He flipped to a blank page about halfway in and dragged a chewed-off three-inch pencil out of his sock.

Mal leaned over. “I’ll leave the note-taking to you two. I’m just gonna listen.”

“Okay,” Lexi said, side-eyeing her teammates. Apparently, she should have stressed the importance of note-taking more than once.

“All right,” Dr. Harrison shouted. “Before we start, is there anyone who didn’t provide their Tel-Med to the check-in booth?” The crowd hushed as kids looked at their neighbors. Dr. Harrison held his hands high over his head. “Please make sure. All Tel-Meds must have our tracking and disabling chip, and this is the only chance we have to install them. It’s now or never.” Again, kids glanced around the parking lot, nodding at their teammates to confirm their Tel-Meds were ready.

“Great. Let’s move on. Since you were at our meeting last weekend, I’m going to make this short and sweet.” Dr. Harrison lifted a badge—like the ones he had handed out at the check-in counter—off his chest. “First, this is your badge. It allows you to obtain teleport tickets free of charge and free access to museums and public transportation. So, whatever you do, don’t lose your badge.”

Lexi twirled the pen between her fingers. No need to write that down.

“Next,” Dr. Harrison said, “are your Teleport Travel Request Forms. When your team wants to teleport to a new destination, complete the form and fill in the code of the teleport station where you want to travel. Hand in your form to a tournament official, and you’ll get your tickets.”

“What if we pick the code for a teleport station in Antarctica?” a kid shouted.

“Then you’ll go to Antarctica,” Dr. Harrison answered without missing a beat.

The teams hushed.

“Just kidding,” Dr. Harrison said, and sighs of relief echoed through the crowd. “No one is going to give you a ticket for Antarctica or any other place that is wildly off course. That being said, we have tournament officials in stations that are off course because we expect some mistakes. If you end up traveling to one of those spots, you’ll still have a chance to rejoin the race.”

Dr. Harrison looked at the next note card. “Okay, now obviously everyone wants to go fast, but don’t forget the mandatory checkpoints. Make sure you check in at the tournament booth every time you arrive in a new city. The booths will be located near the teleport stations and decorated with signs, so they should be easy to find.”

Unable to keep still, Lexi started to doodle a baseball diamond. Dr. Harrison was just repeating the obvious. She scribbled a dugout next to the diamond, and then drew a row of seats behind it marking where her family’s season ticket seats had been. Brewers tickets had been another casualty of the downsizing initiative—one particularly hard on Lexi and her father. Maybe there’d be enough prize money for them to go to some games this—

“Hey,” Ron whispered, jabbing her with his pencil. “You’re not writing any of this down.”

Lexi flinched at the thought of missing something, but then Ron flashed his page. He had scrawled Don’t lose your badges, Don’t go to Antarctica, and Don’t forget checkpoints on the first three lines.

She rolled her eyes. “You need to be reminded not to lose your badge?”

“And not to go to Antarctica?” Mal teased.

Scowling, Ron drew his notebook to his chest and stepped to the side.

“Fine,” Lexi said, and with a sigh, she copied the three rules into her notebook.

Dr. Harrison continued, “Next are mandatory rest breaks. This is a three-day tournament, ending back in Wisconsin on Monday. You’re going to be doing a lot of traveling over seventy-two hours. If a tournament official advises your team that you must stop for the day, then you’ll be spending the night in that city’s rest area. When the race reopens the next morning, teams will depart in the order they arrived.”

Dr. Harrison ran his hand through his hair. “Also, remember that, due to regulations by the Wisconsin State Board of Education, there can be no teleporting between ten p.m. and seven a.m. As soon as you cross into a time zone where it’s between ten p.m. and seven a.m., the chip we installed will disable your Tel-Med, so please keep aware of the time zones as you travel.”

Lexi pursed her lips, wishing Dr. Harrison hadn’t reminded her competitors about the different time zones. Time-zone screwups happened every year, and she had been hoping a few teams would fall behind from forgetting to factor in a time-zone change or skipping rest periods, leaving them exhausted from all the time-zone hopping. Now that was less likely.

“Okay,” Dr. Harrison said. “The last thing is your team’s Trek Tracker. There will be nine stops in the tournament, and your Tracker has spots for nine stickers—one for each puzzle. As you complete a puzzle and collect a sticker, place it over the designated spot on your Trek Tracker. To win, your team must have all nine stickers in place. If a team crosses the finish line without all nine stickers, it will not be declared the winner. No skipping puzzles.”

Lexi added Nine puzzles and Collect nine stickers to her notebook.

“And that’s it,” Dr. Harrison said. “I hear we have some special guests waiting to talk to you, but before that, let me see if there are any questions.”

Several hands shot up. Dr. Harrison pointed to a boy near the front. “Can we work with other teams? You know, form alliances?”

Dr. Harrison shrugged. “Sure, if you want. But like I said, to be eligible to win, each team needs to collect its own stickers. And you should also know that we’ve designed it so only one team can win.” Dr. Harrison bobbed his head back and forth. “In fact, I think it’s fair to say it’s physically impossible for there to be a tie. So yeah, if you want to hang out with your friends, go ahead. But know that when it comes to the finish line, it’s the first team of three people: one, two, three.”

If only I could hang out with my friends, Lexi thought for a split second before brushing it off. She had to stay focused. Eyes narrowed with determination, she wrote there couldn’t be any ties.

“Can you tell us what the eliminations will be?” a girl shouted.

Lexi leaned in. Dr. Harrison hesitated, but then said, “We’ll probably cut it down to thirty teams by tonight and then eliminate another half tomorrow night so that on Monday we’ll start with fifteen teams. Then we’ll narrow it down to a top five for the final puzzle.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said we had to keep up or be eliminated,” Mal said.

Ron tapped the pencil to his page. “That’s all right. I shouldn’t need more than two days to sell everything.”

Mal cocked her head to the side. “Good point. That should be enough for my photo exhibit, too.”


  • "This entertaining tale, chock full of facts and figures, covers a variety of topics, making a pleasure out of learning. A diverse cast of characters-all ages and backgrounds-highlights the idea that there are many different forms of brilliance. A lively story that stresses the importance of true friendship, a passion for learning, and the beauty of teamwork-fine lessons for any reader."—Booklist
  • "For fans of mysteries, science, and everything between, this is a fun twisty tale reminiscent of Ellen Raskin's The Westing Game."—School Library Journal
  • Readers will jump for this around-the-world adventure full of STEM challenges, exciting twists, and, most of all, heart.
    Megan Frazer Blakemore, author of The Firefly Code
  • Wow, wow, and wow! If you're into stories that are fast-paced, full of action, and lots of fun, then Lexi Magill and the Teleportation Tournament is the book for you. Lexi and her friends are down-to-earth, smart, inventive, and full of heart. I was rooting for them the whole time, and the twists and turns of the story kept me glued to the page. The many challenging puzzles throughout also added to the excitement. A thrilling ride for readers of all ages!—Wade Albert White, author of The Adventurer's Guide series
  • Lexi Magill and the Teleportation Tournament takes off like a rocket and doesn't slow down one bit. Readers will revel in the competition, root for Lexi, and relate to the ups and downs of her shifting friendships.—Jarrett Lerner, author of the EngiNerds series
  • A delightful romp across the globe, jam-packed with puzzles, friendship, and fun!—Kevin Sands, author of The Blackthorn Key series
  • A world-hopping blast of adventure, and a fantastic reminder that everyone has something to add no matter their specialty.
    Sean Easley, author of The Hotel Between

On Sale
Jul 26, 2022
Page Count
288 pages
Running Press Kids

Kim Long

About the Author

Kim Long loves to write stories with a sense of adventure, a dash of magic, and a hint of science. She wrote her first book at age 10, where she combined the best parts of her favorite Choose Your Own Adventure books into a single story. When not writing, she loves playing board games, watching Star Wars movies, and riding her bike along Illinois’s many trails.

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