“When the boy and girl become a supercouple, the reader accompanies them on a wild, dangerous journey….shocking, unique and utterly heartwarming. Leslie Landis has written a tale I’ll never forget. Bravo!”
– Best selling author Thom Racina
“Leslie Landis takes us on an incredible trip with CHENDELL. A superhero story packed with a delightful page turning packet of ingredients—adventure, love plus great humor and wit. CHENDELL and its heroes are just begging to be given the big screen treatment.”
– Ivor Davis, author of “The Beatles and Me On Tour” and “Ladies and Gentlemen…The Penguins!”
“In a perfect world, CHENDELL would exist. In our imperfect world, maybe my book will inspire people of all ages to be their own version of CHENDELL.”
– Leslie I Landis
Landis insightfully addresses important issues, such as the environment and outdated gender roles.
In this captivating, realistic fantasy, Landis uses her unique writing style to showcase messages of hope and working together against forces of evil.
From the Pages
FORESHADOW – We were deeper into the rainforest than we had ever been. The heat was stifling. The forest floor was often muddy and slippery. It was difficult to stay on our feet. My instinct was to grab vines and tree trunks, but that was risky. In shades of gray and black gloom – I didn’t always know what I was grasping. Was it a vine or a snake hanging from a tree? Sweat was pouring off us. The darkness was oppressive. And when a rare ray of light did penetrate to the forest floor, the glare was blinding. The constant shrieking of birds added to my anxiety. I had to remind myself why we were here. We were searching for healing discoveries. But why here? What were we thinking? This area was dangerous. Full of natural risks. It felt as though the forest was our enemy. But I was wrong. The real enemy walked on two legs.
JINSONG – My earliest memory is of the pine tree in the front courtyard of our house. It was a Chinese Red Pine. A common tree in central and southern China. A pretty tree with a wide rounded crown and long needles on lengthy branches. It had a soft fluffy look. And though it was far from full grown when I was a young boy, it still provided cool shade as it towered over our modest little one-story house. I think it was my first memory, but maybe it just seems that way because my mother told me nearly every day how I was named after this tree. “Jinsong, your name means sturdy pine. I gave you this name so you would be like the pine in our courtyard. Strong and straight and tall.” Was that why in my young dreamy mind, I believed the tree and I were related? That the tree and I could talk to each other? Even think the same thoughts? A childish fantasy? No. Not really.
ROBIN – Dad gave me an ant farm. I loved it. I spent hours watching the ants moving and digging between those panes of glass. Not only did I find their little world absorbing but it calmed me down. I guess it was a form of meditation. And then a strange thing happened. I would just think I wanted the ants to tunnel in a different direction and they would. Or I would pick out one ant to be the leader in a certain tunnel and then it became the leader. When I told my parents about my ability to control the ants, they gave each other sideways glances and humored me by telling me my ability was wonderful. However, I should keep it hush-hush. I got the message. Even at that young age I recognized they were rational people and they considered my thinking I could control ants as irrational. I thought if my parents don’t believe me, no one was going to believe me. And I certainly knew better than to tell Harry – the biggest tease on earth. From that day on, my power was a secret I kept to myself. Well – almost to myself.