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158 pages, Paperback
First published June 1, 1997
We had been made into soldiers that night.
Soldiers in a terrible war we could not really hope to win.
"I'm fine," I muttered.
"Just shut up and listen to me," [Jake] said. But the anger was gone now. "I care about you, Cassie. We all do. And we all need you."
"To win?" I said. "You need me to fight battles? What if I don't want to fight any more battles? What if I've had enough? I've done enough."
"You've done far more than enough. A hundred times more than enough. But the Yeerks are still here."
I don't know. I guess if I were running around killing animals I didn't intend to eat, that would be wrong. But hawks have a right to live, just as much as a mouse or a skunk.
"Look, the Yeerks believe we're a band of Andalites, right? They think only Andalites can morph. They've figured out that the forest is the only place a group of Andalites could be hiding. Let's face it — if we were Andalites, we wouldn't exactly be able to rent an apartment."
"So we'd be in the forest. Just like Ax is right now. They want to use the logging operation as a way to go Andalite-hunting."
―Marco and Jake