Wild Born (Spirit Animals, Book 1)
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#1 New York Times bestseller Brandon Mull launches Scholastic's wildly popular multiplatform phenomenon.
Four children separated by vast distances all undergo the same ritual, watched by cloaked strangers. Four flashes of light erupt, and from them emerge the unmistakable shapes of incredible beasts—a wolf, a leopard, a panda, a falcon. Suddenly the paths of these children—and the world—have been changed forever.
Enter the world of Erdas, where every child who comes of age must discover if they have a spirit animal, a rare bond between human and beast that bestows great powers to both. A dark force has risen from distant and long-forgotten lands, and has begun an onslaught that will ravage the world. Now the fate of Erdas has fallen on the shoulders of four young strangers... and on you.
Part engrossing book series, part action role-playing game—discover your spirit animal and join the adventure.
Confidence. Though large and fierce, the animal seemed very much in control of itself. Conor was awed that a predator such as this would show him so much respect. Those blue eyes hinted at a greater understanding than any animal should possess. The wolf was waiting for something. Conor held out a trembling hand and the wolf’s warm pink tongue caressed his palm. The touch was electric, and the tingling in Conor’s chest immediately ceased. For an instant, Conor felt courage, and clarity, and an.
All wore green cloaks. Olvan had provided Rollan with a gray one. The commander of the Greencloaks had struck a deal with him. If Rollan helped retrieve this first talisman, he would receive enough money to last him a year, along with the official friendship of the Greencloaks, meaning he could stay in any of the towers and — a point Rollan was careful to include — eat their food. Rollan would receive nothing more until all of the talismans were accounted for, in which case the Greencloaks would.
Him in three distinct places, to ensure the marks from the sludge would be easily distinguished. He gazed at her with new respect, and no longer stepped quite so smoothly. Meilin knew what spots on the thigh would provide maximum discomfort, and she had hit her targets. Derawat drew near with real caution, his guard up, ready to dart forward or back. It would have been easier if he had remained overconfident. He attacked suddenly. Twice Meilin felt the breeze from his fist before she blocked.
Fall on the rocks at this speed would mean serious injuries. His horse slowed to a trot, and a strong hand grabbed Rollan by the shoulder and righted him in his saddle. “You okay?” Barlow checked, yelling over the wind and the clattering hail. Considering the circumstances, Rollan figured being alive was the same thing as being okay. “Let’s keep going!” Rollan replied, leaning into the neck of his horse. The hail was really coming down. The smallest pieces were now as large as Rollan’s thumb.
Her sternly — as did most of the other men. Some of the women observed her with disgust, others with pity. A few of her younger acquaintances snickered. Abeke walked between the people of her village, keenly aware of how she had disappointed them. She wished she could run away and get eaten by a lion. Instead, she clutched the awful jug at her side, held her head high, and kept walking. The wind had risen, blowing dust. A cloud muted the sun. Abeke did not smile. She kept her expression.