Matt Freeman knows now that he is no ordinary fourteen-year-old. He has inner powers: the ability to move objects or to wreak havoc simply by using his mind. But these powers are still latent, beyond his control.

They were tested once in Raven’s Gate. Matt found himself chosen as a blood sacrifice to open a magic portal between two dimensions. Ancient creatures of unimaginable evil, the Old Ones, were attempting to re-enter the world… to destroy it. At the very last minute, Matt was able to stop them.

But the fight is not over. Five teenagers stand between humanity and chaos. They are the Gatekeepers – and Matt is one of them. Only when they have found each other will the world be safe.

And a second gate is about to open…

The old man’s eyes burned red, reflecting the last flames of the fire. The sun had already begun to set and the shadows were closing in. Far away a huge bird – a condor – wheeled around in a lazy circle before plunging back down to earth. Then everything was still. The night was just a breath away.

“He will come,” the old man said. He spoke in a strange language, and one known to very few people in the world. “We have no need to send for him. He will come anyway.”

He got to his feet, supporting himself on a walking-stick carved from the branch of a tree, and made his way to the edge of the stone terrace where he had been sitting. From here he could look down into a canyon that seemed to fall away for ever, a fault line in the planet that had occurred perhaps a million years ago. For a time he was silent. There were a dozen men behind him, waiting for him to speak. None of them moved. Not one of them dared interrupt him while he stood there deep in thought.

At last he turned back.

“The boy is on the other side of the world,” he said. “He lives in England.”