The Ballad of Black Hawk and Billy the Kid

by Michael Scott

Genres: YA Action & Adventure; YA Paranormal

Synopsis

Nicholas Flamel appeared in J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series—but did you know he really lived? And he might still be alive today! Discover the truth behind Michael Scott’s New York Times bestselling series the Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel with “The Ballad of Black Hawk and Billy the Kid,” an ebook original short story.

Billy the Kid is immortal. And his long life has led him down many strange and winding paths—one of which will bring him face to face with another legendary warrior, Black Hawk, for the first time.

Now, that lost story is told. . . .
 
An immortal Anasazi sorceress is on the loose, and it’s up to Black Hawk and Billy the Kid to stop her from wreaking havoc on the Americas. The woman has already destroyed her own tribe. She’s determined to wipe out Black Hawk’s people, too. But first, she’ll have to defeat him, and that’s proving more difficult than the sorceress could have ever imagined. 

“Fans of adventure fantasies like Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians series will eat this one up.” —VOYA

Read the whole series!
The Alchemyst
The Magician
The Sorceress
The Necromancer
The Warlock
The Enchantress
 

Release date: July 27, 2021

Publisher: Delacorte Press

Print pages: 20

Sample

ENCRYPTED EMAIL—512-BIT ENCRYPTION

From: Billy the Kid <whbonney@█████­█████­█████­██.com>

To: Niccolò Machiavelli <theprince@█████­█████­████.com>

Subject: So I took your advice…

Niccolò,

Thank you for the email. Next time, do me a favor, use a shorter password for the encryption, and preferably one in English. Took forever to input it on my phone.

I am healing remarkably quickly, but I will probably not be able to put weight on my leg for another month. The docs keep telling me I’m lucky I didn’t lose it; I reckon I’m lucky I still have my head!

When Black Hawk asked for my help, all he said was that the crystal skull we’d be stealing from beneath the Pryor Mountains was guarded by a few little people. My parents, as you know, were both Irish, and my mother often spoke about the Little People of her homeland, and they sounded like good-natured, humorous sorts. So I sort of thought these would be like an American Leprechaun and, I mean, how scary does that sound?

These particular Little People were Nirumbee: twenty-four inches of ugliness, with the strength of ten men. The one who broke my leg picked me up like I weighed nothing and threw me from one side of a river to the other. Now, you and I have seen some things, and I still have nightmares about the Old Spider, but I have a feeling these Nirumbee would terrify Aerop-Enap herself.

Black Hawk carried me back to the van and drove me to an emergency room in Billings. We said I’d fallen while climbing. Not sure the doc believed us. ...