The Message (Animorphs #4)

The Message (Animorphs #4)

Language: English

Pages: 160

ISBN: 0590629808

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The wildly popular series by K.A. Applegate is back!

It all started with the dreams. But Cassie didn't pay much attention to them. She and her friends have been having nightmares ever since they acquired the power to morph. But when Cassie discovers that Tobias has been having dreams, too — the exact same dreams — about the ocean, and a voice that's calling to them for help, she decides it's time to start listening. Now she and the others have to figure out if the dreams are a message, or a trap.

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sharks were killing machines. They seemed to be nothing but armored skin and razor-sharp fins and wide jaws with row after row of serrated teeth. The water was boiling with twisting, turning, speeding sharks and us dolphins, locked in a high-speed battle to the death. It suddenly occurred to me that we might lose. We might be killed. I might be killed. The water was dark with blood, still billowing from the shark I had hammered. Suddenly two of the sharks turned away. They just turned and

bathrobe and sitting on the couch. He was staring at the TV. That was normal for any dad, I guess, on a weekend morning. But I had the feeling that Marco's dad was always sitting right there in front of the TV. "Look, Marco, I just want to talk for a minute. Can I come in?" "No, no," he said hastily. He stepped outside onto the concrete breezeway. Down below us was a swimming pool. It was drained and closed. Leaves covered the bottom. "Marco, I wanted to talk to you about yesterday." "What

Treasure hunters and an underwater exploration? At the same time?" "Controllers?" He nodded. "I think so. I think it's all a cover story to explain why two ships will be out there with lots of divers in the water. I think it's them, all right. And I think they're looking for the same thing you're looking for." I felt weak. The image the whale had given me surfaced in my mind. And the faint cry in my dreams, the cry for help. "I . . . I can't ask anyone to go out there again," I whispered.

became one of them. It was a dumb thing to do, really. I knew it was dumb. But it felt like something I had to do. I wanted to show them what I had done. I wanted their permission to become one of them. I wanted to find some way to tell them everything. But you know, once I was in that dolphin body again, it was hard to remember all my solemn worries. It was hard to remember why I had come. Hard to remember fear and worry and guilt. One of them came over, gave me a nudge, then shot toward

side of the dune. In an instant a dozen flashlight beams focused on the notch where we crouched. We slithered back, down and out of sight. Then we jumped up and ran. "We should morph!" Rachel gasped as we stumbled over the sinking sand. "No!" Marco said. "Tracks. We would leave tracks that went from human to animal." "Get them!" someone yelled. Chapman, I think. He's our assistant principal at school. I knew his voice from hearing him yell in the hall ways. Jerky, wild beams of light danced

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