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Michael Vey 8: The Parasite (8)
Michael Vey is back with an electrifying eighth installment of the award-winning, #1 New York Times bestselling series. Join Michael and the Electroclan as a new threat arises even more terrible and calculating than the Elgen.
Michael and his friends learn that returning to a normal life is not only more difficult than they imagined, but that normal doesn't last. Like the mythical Hydra, cutting off the head of the global Elgen only created more enemies.
Michael Vey fans worldwide will celebrate the return of this exciting series with the world's greatest team of electric superheroes.
Michael and his friends learn that returning to a normal life is not only more difficult than they imagined, but that normal doesn't last. Like the mythical Hydra, cutting off the head of the global Elgen only created more enemies.
Michael Vey fans worldwide will celebrate the return of this exciting series with the world's greatest team of electric superheroes.
Readers Top Reviews
Kindle Luke Stalins
I love sharing Michael Vey with my students. I wasn't sure what to expect from the 8th book, but if I'd known it was going to be mostly background rather than action, I would've waited for the next book or two to come out before reading it. That being said, it was consistent with the series, though I would have hoped the characters would have shown a little more maturity after the passage of a few years and the experiences they'd gone through---they didn't seem to have grown up much.
Logan Urch
Ill be honest, im 21 now and have been reading these books since like elementary school. This one is good in its own right but kind of is just a giant set up for the next potential (3?) books dealing with the t(h)ree things presented. There was not a lot of action and michael didnt do anything really cool. It was just a lot of world building and catching up with the characters, which i do respect. The next book is definitely going to be amazing though, just wish this one was a bit longer to add a bit need action to it imo
Thomas Birrell
It's already been said but this book is definitely a bridge between where the series left off and where the story is going but there was no better way of doing it than this! I had so many questions at the end of book 7 and I'm glad the story is continuing! Great book I'm excited for the next one! Definitely a plot twist!
Jim Danko
So far its sort of good.Iam on page 154 and its very addicting. Some parts i have found are kind of cheesy and kind of annoying but other that that its a good read so far.I am a huge Veyniac and have read all the book like 3 times.This isn't the best but still up there.Mr.Evans did not need to write this book and just did it for the Veyniacs. I always wanted a 8th book and so glad it actually happened. I like the car Micheal has and think the plot is very unique and original.Iam going to finsh the rest tonight! Also great artwork by Owen Richardson.
Txn4Freedom
It has been a few years, but since we thought the Michael Vey story had ended, the kids are back and now college age. As always I loved this book as I read and loved again the entire series - but now - I need the next installment right away. The only negative I have is now having to wait for the next book! This series is for everyone, young and old. Don’t start here, start at the beginning of their journey: “Michael Vey - The Prisoner of Cell 25”.
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1: The Second Act
1 The Second Act
My life is snoring.
Everything's boring.
Tuesday, April 16 (My Birthday)
My name is Michael Vey. It's been a few years since I've written anything about my life. Really, there hasn't been a whole lot to write about. At least not anything you'd want to read. That's because the last three years have been what most people consider normal-and by "normal," I mean not being tied up and fed to rats or being hunted by a homicidal maniac who bought a cannibal fork so he could celebrate his victory over us by eating me.
I'm in my second semester of my junior year of college, working toward a business management degree. Even that sounds boring. I scribbled that rhyme-technically a couplet-as I counted down the minutes until class was over. Other than our upcoming Electroclan reunion, there's nothing in my life that vaguely excites me right now.
The thing is, in a life like mine, normal doesn't feel normal. I hear these college students around me talk about what they want to do with their lives. I've already faced death, brought down a dictator, captured billions of dollars, and saved the world from Elgen tyranny. What am I supposed to do for a second act? I mean, what other college student has the Tuvaluan medal of honor and is also on the Peruvian government's Most-Wanted Terrorists list? (I'm still on it. You can see it online.) The thing is, easy living makes for boring reading. Who wants to read about someone's normal day?
Since I last wrote, I graduated from high school, started college at Boise State, and went fishing with my dad in Alaska. Actually, the fishing thing had its moment. My dad and I were fishing for salmon at Mendenhall Lake in Juneau. After an hour we still hadn't caught anything when I had an idea. I put my hand into the water and pulsed. You should have seen the fish jump out of the water. Six of them jumped into the boat. It was crazy. A thirty-inch king salmon smacked me in the face. Another landed in my dad's lap. My dad hinted that it took the fun out of fishing, but really, how much fun is fishing anyway? Sitting around in a boat holding a stick? Besides, I don't think catching fish was really what was on his mind. I think he just wanted to spend time with me. After him being gone for eight years, we had a lot to catch up on.
Which leads me to another thought. The last time I wrote, I had just found out that my father was alive, something I learned just as General-Admiral-President-Doctor Hatch-whatever he was calling himself back then-was about to kill him. I'm grateful he's back, but it's changed things. To be honest, reconnecting with my father was harder than I thought it would be. A lot harder. First, deep inside, I think I still have some resentment for what his "death" put my mother and me through. I'm not saying he didn't do the right thing in faking his death. We were all in real danger, and faking his death was probably the only way my father could have kept us all from really dying.
Second, for all those years, my mother and I were all we had, so there's a special bond there. It's not like I have an Oedipus complex or anything. I just still feel intensely protective of her. That's why I risked my life rescuing her from the Elgen. People say things like "I'd take a bullet for you," but I really did. That's something few people will ever experience. I feel guilty saying this, but, in all honesty, it felt a little like my father was crashing the party. But I'm working through this. At least I'm trying. Maybe I need a therapist.
Having a father around isn't the only major change I'm dealing with. We now live in a mansion in the same neighborhood where I went to my first real party-the one where I knocked Corky over. It still doesn't feel real. Maybe it's imposter syndrome.
I think my dad bought the mansion because he was trying to make up for all my mother and I had gone without, but my mom really didn't want a house that big. "It's just more to clean," she says. So, we got house cleaners. But I think there's more to it. We had lived in little apartments for so long, it's what we were used to. In our apartment I couldn't sneeze without my mother asking me if I was coming down with something. Now I could scream in my room and no one would hear me. Like in outer space.
Taylor and I are still together-at least emotionally. I'm here in Boise, and she's studying psychology at ASU in Phoenix, Arizona.
Taylor and her twin sister, Tara, are roommates. I don't know what Tara's majoring in. Maybe psychology as well, but more likely partying. I love Tara, but talk about head games. One time, she made everyone think she was...
1 The Second Act
My life is snoring.
Everything's boring.
Tuesday, April 16 (My Birthday)
My name is Michael Vey. It's been a few years since I've written anything about my life. Really, there hasn't been a whole lot to write about. At least not anything you'd want to read. That's because the last three years have been what most people consider normal-and by "normal," I mean not being tied up and fed to rats or being hunted by a homicidal maniac who bought a cannibal fork so he could celebrate his victory over us by eating me.
I'm in my second semester of my junior year of college, working toward a business management degree. Even that sounds boring. I scribbled that rhyme-technically a couplet-as I counted down the minutes until class was over. Other than our upcoming Electroclan reunion, there's nothing in my life that vaguely excites me right now.
The thing is, in a life like mine, normal doesn't feel normal. I hear these college students around me talk about what they want to do with their lives. I've already faced death, brought down a dictator, captured billions of dollars, and saved the world from Elgen tyranny. What am I supposed to do for a second act? I mean, what other college student has the Tuvaluan medal of honor and is also on the Peruvian government's Most-Wanted Terrorists list? (I'm still on it. You can see it online.) The thing is, easy living makes for boring reading. Who wants to read about someone's normal day?
Since I last wrote, I graduated from high school, started college at Boise State, and went fishing with my dad in Alaska. Actually, the fishing thing had its moment. My dad and I were fishing for salmon at Mendenhall Lake in Juneau. After an hour we still hadn't caught anything when I had an idea. I put my hand into the water and pulsed. You should have seen the fish jump out of the water. Six of them jumped into the boat. It was crazy. A thirty-inch king salmon smacked me in the face. Another landed in my dad's lap. My dad hinted that it took the fun out of fishing, but really, how much fun is fishing anyway? Sitting around in a boat holding a stick? Besides, I don't think catching fish was really what was on his mind. I think he just wanted to spend time with me. After him being gone for eight years, we had a lot to catch up on.
Which leads me to another thought. The last time I wrote, I had just found out that my father was alive, something I learned just as General-Admiral-President-Doctor Hatch-whatever he was calling himself back then-was about to kill him. I'm grateful he's back, but it's changed things. To be honest, reconnecting with my father was harder than I thought it would be. A lot harder. First, deep inside, I think I still have some resentment for what his "death" put my mother and me through. I'm not saying he didn't do the right thing in faking his death. We were all in real danger, and faking his death was probably the only way my father could have kept us all from really dying.
Second, for all those years, my mother and I were all we had, so there's a special bond there. It's not like I have an Oedipus complex or anything. I just still feel intensely protective of her. That's why I risked my life rescuing her from the Elgen. People say things like "I'd take a bullet for you," but I really did. That's something few people will ever experience. I feel guilty saying this, but, in all honesty, it felt a little like my father was crashing the party. But I'm working through this. At least I'm trying. Maybe I need a therapist.
Having a father around isn't the only major change I'm dealing with. We now live in a mansion in the same neighborhood where I went to my first real party-the one where I knocked Corky over. It still doesn't feel real. Maybe it's imposter syndrome.
I think my dad bought the mansion because he was trying to make up for all my mother and I had gone without, but my mom really didn't want a house that big. "It's just more to clean," she says. So, we got house cleaners. But I think there's more to it. We had lived in little apartments for so long, it's what we were used to. In our apartment I couldn't sneeze without my mother asking me if I was coming down with something. Now I could scream in my room and no one would hear me. Like in outer space.
Taylor and I are still together-at least emotionally. I'm here in Boise, and she's studying psychology at ASU in Phoenix, Arizona.
Taylor and her twin sister, Tara, are roommates. I don't know what Tara's majoring in. Maybe psychology as well, but more likely partying. I love Tara, but talk about head games. One time, she made everyone think she was...
