Books with author Matthew Fox

Brandon loves playing his guitar. He’s good at it too. Good enough to attract the attention of a professor who recruits talented musicians to take part in his shadowy research.He says his work is secret, that he’s trying to unlock the powers of the mind. And music is the key.He arranges for Brandon and the other subjects to be taken to an abandoned factory. Inside is an assortment of mysterious equipment, topped off by a standing replica of Stonehenge.Now it’s time for the tests to begin, and Brandon is about to find out that the separation between dimensions is a very thin line.

Jon and his brother Andy are back for more action at the world’s most secretive base: Area 51. And this time the stakes are higher.Andy’s future self has traveled back in time to deliver a grave message. The Earth of his time is in ruin. Civilization has collapsed, and the only way to save it is to find Doctor Watkins before it’s too late.First they’ll have to break into Area 51. Then they’ll have to track down Doctor Watkins in the maze of top-secret sectors.If that wasn’t bad enough, a maniacal billionaire is hot on their trail, determined to stop them from foiling his twisted plans for domination.

Jenna Shultz is stuck for three whole weeks with her crazy great-aunt Wanda. It’s worse than it sounds. The house is cluttered with bizarre collections, the back yard is filled with lawn ornaments, and there aren’t any other kids in the neighborhood.And to top it all off, one of the lawn ornaments is alive!Now it’s after Jenna. And it won’t quit until she convinces her great-aunt to release it from an ancient gypsy curse.But Jenna’s in way over her head. And she needs to find a way out before it’s too late…

A Wee Moose in the Hoose is a Scots book of numbers that will give endless amusement to bairns and adults alike. Matthew Fitt and James Robertson's rhyming couplets not only take you from 1 to 20, but also introduce you to native creatures by their traditional Scots names. Everybody knows what a coo is, but what about a hurtcheon or a hair oobit? The rhymes are complemented by award-winning artists Karen Sutherland's warm and funny illustrations and this new edition is perfect for both the tourist gift market and the trade.

The dream was garbled and full of snarling dogs. Hazlyn found herself running down a dark, wooded hill. She could hear them talking to each other; their howls and barks forming an eloquent language of dread. The half-moon gave her just enough light to miss the larger trees. The invisible underbrush tore at her skirt, tangling her feet. She found herself sliding down the hill on her backside more than on her feet. Finally, she burst out into the clearing at the bottom of the hill. Stumbling on the slick, wet grass and falling forward onto her knees. The large, black beast slunk into the clearing behind her, his lips pulled back into a smile as he snarled in triumph. Thirteen year old Hazlyn Moon was frightened and alone. She was certain of only a few things: something was terribly wrong, she had no idea where she was, she was far from home, she had no idea how to get home, she was still alive, and she had no idea how much longer that would continue.Join Hazlyn as she maneuvers through a foreign time and place leaning on the assistance of some dream-traveling, mythical creatures and her own whit in an attempt to somehow get back to her own world.

Dwight loves bowling. Maybe a little too much. In fact, the only thing he likes more than bowling is winning. His mom and friends are always telling him that he’s too competitive. They say he should learn to relax and have a little fun. But as far as Dwight is concerned, it’s only fun when you win. The problem is, he’s stuck in a small town, with smalltime competition. If only he could find a place where people take bowling as seriously as he does. There’s no telling how far he could go! But he should have heeded the old lesson: be careful what you wish for, because now he’s in over his head, and the only way to reach his home sweet home is to win. Will he rise to the occasion, or will the pressure crush him like a tin can?