Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult Publication.Date March 18th 2014 Published By: Coliloquy LLC Website Ridley Pearson Unforseen Goodreads
Fairlies Amanda and Jess have won the hearts of Kingdom Keepers fans. Over the years, they’ve protected and supported the five Disney guides with their paranormal abilities. Now for the first time, author Ridley Pearson focuses on the “fairly human” girls, taking us inside Jess’s mind as she and Amanda embark on a journey to unravel her latest prophetic dream.
Jessica’s “gift” to dream of future events is both a blessing and a curse—the same visions that have saved countless lives are pure torment for her. Trapped in a body with a mind that has a mind of its own, Jess is condemned to see things she would often rather not.
Picking up after Kingdom Keepers VI—Dark Passage and leading up to Book VII—The Insider, Unforeseen opens with Jess dreaming of “cracks” in Disneyland. Is this vision something that will consume and destroy her friends, the Kingdom Keepers?
Jess sets out to find answers, embarking on her own nighttime adventure inside the Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World. There, she encounters an old man with secrets, a young Imagineer-in-training whose future Jess wants to see, and a treasured wonderland about to shatter.
Sometimes, the Unforeseen is better left unknown.
Staring at the underside of Amanda’s gray-flecked mattress and the web of interwoven wires and springs supporting it, I listened to the purr of Jeannie Pucket’s snoring, and felt the familiar longing to be somewhere else. What was supposed to pass for life was more a repetition of boring events, with me always the onlooker, never the participant. If I happened to be involved in something exciting, I ended up being the victim, the target, the tragic heroine. I wanted out.
But there was no “out.” I’d bounced from one foster home to another; I’d been selected for and “enrolled” in a boarding school that was actually a secret government testing facility I’d escaped with Amanda, only for both of us to end up in Mrs. Nash’s foster home in Orlando, Florida.
All of that running and fear, and for what? To get up, go to school, do chores. Lather, rinse, repeat. My life was a closed track, like the red one they’d built around the football field. There was no telling where it started and stopped.
I hid under the covers, my journal and a small booklight in hand, trying to sketch my dream. It was late, well past our 10:30curfew, but as I said: I couldn’t sleep.
Giving up on trying to draw, I flipped through my journal, looking for clues that might trigger some memory of the elusive dream. The journal’s pages were filled with drawings and notes. My dream journal. My portal into the future. How any of this was possible, I had no idea, but I’d given up trying to figure it out. It was like the birthmark under my left arm—just there, like it or not.
A bunch of my recent drawings involved the Disney Hosts Interactive—the DHIs. Finn, Charlene, Maybeck, Philby, and Willa were five teenagers who’d ended up as the models for interactive hologram hosts that served as personal tour guides inside the Disney parks. The technology was wild—the holograms looked absolutely real. Touchable. Yet they were nothing but projected light.
I’d started dreaming about them and drawing them before I knew they existed. You want to talk about strange.
Skimming through my journal and reflecting on all the things we’d done together over the past few years made me nostalgic. The five DHIs had had a weirder few years than Amanda and me, and that was saying something. The fact that we’d all found each other—one massive group of weirdos if you believed the rumors flying around school hallways—made our collective mission more important to me. More important to all of us.
There was this fuzzy line between the five kids and their holograms that got crossed when they went to sleep. Unlike what I experienced when I nodded off—or what you experience, for that matter—the Keepers ended up not in a dream state but in a reality shift, one that left them inside the Magic Kingdom or Epcot late at night, after the parks had closed.
And they weren’t alone. Or safe.
Some of my drawings made me happy. Others, not so much.
I woke with a start, my heart pounding. I’d fallen into the same nightmare yet again. Something to do with Mickey Mouse, smoke, a cracked surface like a mirror—maybe a window, wall, or floor. My journal was lying on my stomach under the covers, and I picked it up, but it was no use. I couldn’t recall a visual image strong enough to inspire me to sketch.
Why couldn’t I visualize it? Was it too frightening? Too insignificant? Too personal? Not personal enough? Was I losing my “gift”?
I squinted tightly, willing the dream to return. The resulting darkness mocked me; exasperation and anger shot through my veins. My so-called “power” was nothing but a curse. When I was able to visualize my dreams, I ended up afraid of the future; when I couldn’t, I was afraid of the present.
I nudged Amanda’s mattress, hoping to wake her. Maybe if I could talk this through it would help. Nothing. She slept soundly.
Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, I slid out of bed, trying to control my runaway breathing. I was too cooped up, too lorded over by Mrs. Nash and her endless rules. I loved Amanda like a sister, but even her company was wearing on me. I had to get out, and I had to get out alone.
I dressed quickly, glad my prodding hadn’t awakened Mandy. She wouldn’t know what any of this meant; I’d only worry her with my lame explanation about a fleeting, terrifying dream.
But there was someone who could help...if I could only figure out how to reach him.
Ridley Pearson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 48 novels, divided almost equally between suspense and young adult adventure. Over the years, his work has been published in two dozen languages, and has been adapted by network television and for the Broadway stage.
His research has spanned the globe and included everything from the engine room of a cruise liner, to a nighttime visit to Walt Disney World’s It’s A Small World ride, to a locked-room visit with inmates at a prison for the criminally insane. The real life aftereffects of this research have at various times helped authorities solve a trio of homicides and briefly made Ridley a silent contributor to an FBI task force charged with the manhunt for the Washington D.C. sniper.
An acknowledged workaholic, Ridley’s hobbies include playing in a rock band comprised of other bestselling writers, snowboarding, and scaling the occasional 200-foot tree. He lives with his wife and two daughters in the Midwest.