The Ultimate (Animorphs #50)
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The Animorphs have hit a wall. Jake is depressed and sapped of confidence. They¹re living in isolation in the free Hork-Bajir colony with no means of stepping up the resistance. The time has come for the ultimate risk.
lady holding a big sword. "Now this is very popular," she told a group of kids about our age. Maybe a bit older. "Pirates are very big right now." I stepped back, turned, and found myself face-to-face with a pale woman with long red hair. I almost screamed, then caught myself. Not a person. A wig on a styrofoam head. Marco pulled an obviously fake rabbit out of a top hat. Jake reached for a Spider-Man mask. We were in the storeroom of a costume shop. Chapter 11 "I feel stupid." "You look
including Kelly. James reported that all was well. No one wanted out. No one was threatening to talk. If Jake thought he was losing his nose for leadership, he was wrong. James was a good pick. If we went down, there was still a home team for the human race. The blind red-haired girl who had been observed on infrared camera talking to Jake and Rachel had escaped. Before the Yeerks could come back for her, she'd simply walked out of the facility in Rachel morph. And the original six of us?
tear rolled down Sara's cheek. Naomi swallowed hard and lifted her chin. Her eyes hardened and she looked at the two Hork-Bajir guards. "Don't touch me again," she said coldly. "Don't touch anyone in my family. If you do, I'll . . ." She broke off. Swallowed hard and tried again. "If you do I'll . . ." Finally, the reality was dawning on her. Rachel's tough-as-nails lawyer mother was realizing how incredibly vulnerable we all were. I saw Marco smirk and turn away. His were the only set of
sobs. "Mommy, I want to go home. I want Daddy!" Naomi knelt and pulled her youngest child into her arms. Stroked the crying girl's head. They weren't the only ones grieving for the safe, well-ordered life they had left behind. There was a long silence, broken only by Sara's whimpering. Finally, my dad spoke up. "What do they want? These Yeerks. Cassie, surely they can be reasoned with; most people can be. What can we give them that would satisfy them?" "Our souls," Jake answered quietly.
all I can guess. So, what are your plans, Tsar Jake?" "My plans?" Jake shoved his hands down into his pockets. "To keep us alive." If this had been a movie, we all would have stood and cheered. Vowed to follow our leader anywhere, even to the grave. To die for the cause. Braveheart. The Patriot. Gladiator. One for all. All for one. Blah blah blah. But it wasn't a movie. It was real. I watched Jake's face. I had to admit he didn't exactly look like an inspirational leader. He just looked