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163 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1997
Marco said in thought-speak.
Jake said. He held up one of his huge paws to show me.
It wasn’t easy. Bear paws aren’t exactly subtle tools. But after carefully lining up my first claw, I hit the top button.
Marco shrugged. “Rachel’s losing it. If she loses it, how long are the rest of us going to last?”
“Shut up, Marco, I’m not in the mood for your jokes,” I said.
“Me neither,” Marco said flatly. “You know how much sleep I got last night? About an hour. Nightmares. I was a zombie in school today. I felt like… like my skin has all been rubbed with sandpaper. I’m jumpy. I’m scared. I’m stressed.”
“It’s gonna happen,” Jake said.
“This was always insane, right from the start,” Marco said. “A handful of kids fighting an alien invasion? Look what’s happening. Tobias is trapped in a morph. Rachel is starting to use morphing to get away from her problems. The other night I woke up in bed, and I didn’t know what I was. I didn’t know if I had hands or fins or claws or talons. Maybe you and Cassie are immune, Jake. But I doubt it.”
“We can’t give up,” Jake argued stubbornly.
“All we ever do is lose,” Marco said. “We annoy the Yeerks. Maybe we blow up a ship, or have some little success. But the invasion marches on. And all we ever do is barely escape with our lives. We’re like some baseball team that never wins a game. And now, according to the Ellimist, we know it’s going to be a whole losing season. We aren’t going to the play-offs.”
“I don’t care,” Jake said. “I’m not giving up.”