I could see where he would jump to this conclusion. His tone, however, led me to believe that he thought I was male-an extremely misguided male. He probably figured I was young, judging by my slender 5’5” frame. I wanted to assure him that I wasn’t up to anything too terrible, but couldn’t very well tell him that in my fourteen-year-old girl voice. “That’s right,” he said, hands on his hips. Tipping back his dreads, Joe stared down his nose at me, eyes bulging out in a knowing way. You could see it in the way he held himself, and his round, dark eyes had wisdom in them, the kind learned from mistakes. The jacket was grimy looking, but Joe had pride. Tall and thin, he wore an oversized Pacific-blue Seahawks jacket. He had salt-and-pepper dreadlocks, a gray goatee beard, and a brown, aged face lined by the hardships of his life. I had admired the festive sight from my kitchen window my entire life and had always wondered what it would be like to sit under the warm, glowing “tree.” Would it seem like a Christmas tree close up, or would it just look like dozens of lights strung from an antenna? The previous weekend, amber-hued lights had been strung from the tall antenna erected up top in the shape of a Christmas tree, as they were every first Saturday after Thanksgiving. Running my gaze down the white-painted beam of the Needle’s northern leg, I thought, Joe is right. His voice was deep and melodic, and he spoke with a Southern twang. “Ol’ Joe knows when somebody is up to no good,” he said to me. I recognized his scent from my midnight jaunts through Seattle’s dark alleys, but had never come face-to-face with him before. I was standing at the base of the Space Needle, staring up conspiringly at the saucer housing Sky City Restaurant and an observation deck over five hundred feet above, when a homeless man approached me from behind. Then an overnight sleepover at Catamount Mountain Zoo takes a menacing turn, putting everything at risk. High school has become the only normal thing left in her life-except for tall, dark, and handsome Emery Phillips, who shadows her every move, making sure she doesn’t reveal her secret. Two months after being infected with a strange retrovirus, Cassidy Jones continues to live a double life while she struggles to master her newly gained superpowers. “Imaginative!-Modern!-Unpredictable! Riddled with delightful characters, magical adventure and a captivating plot, Stokes again captures young reader’s attention with another dangerous, action-packed adventure…” –– Gail Welborn, Īn Ancient Secret Has Come To Life, And Everyone On The Planet Is At Risk. Book Two in the middle grade/young adult superhero series, Cassidy Jones Adventures
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