The Next Passage (Animorphs Alternamorphs, Vol. 2)
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What would you do if you had the chance to become an Animorph? To hang out and battle the Yeerks with Jake and the crew? Now Animorphs fans can get in on the action in this "choose-your-own adventure" type book!
narrow ledge, knowing you have to hurry. You look down. You're five stories up. It's dizzying, terrifying. But the Hork-Bajir knows no fear. Doesn't understand the concept of falling. You let the Hork-Bajir instincts take over. You swing your talon feet out of the window, then flip around to face the room. You cling to the windowsill with strong four-fingered hands. Down! the Hork-Bajir thinks. You give a little kick to place your knee blades. Srreeeccch! Your blades won't grip! You
You roll. Stumble to your feet. What good is a roach morph? What good is any morph now? T-rex is going to turn you into dinner before you have a chance to morph. The massive head comes down again. So close you can see the pebbly skin, look into one dark, damp nostril. Instinctively, you dodge behind a tree. You focus some small part of your brain on the roach. Imagine the small, easily compactible body. Long to become it. "HrrrrrRRROOOOAAAARRRR!" The T-rex screams with rage. WHAM! WHAM!
Your body is getting longer, heavier. WHUMP! You fall forward onto all fours. The horse's mind creeps in. It's nervous, frightened. But not as frightened as your own true mind. Cassie leads you out into the pasture. It's gray, raining. But the fresh air quiets the horse's mind. Without thinking you begin to run. Amazing! You feel strength flowing through your legs, your back. More power than you have ever known! You run until your coat is sleek with sweat and rain. Until your slender legs
marked A. the other is marked B. Push button A Push button B Chapter 7 The white void is gone. You are surrounded by color! Primary colors everywhere! Red, blue, yellow. Wherever you are, the place seems to have been built of brilliantly colored blocks like Legos. Coming straight at you is a gaggle of aliens! Ugly aliens. Heads thrust forward on long necks. Triangular faces with the point toward the top. Pink eyes stuck on short stalks. Gaping mouths with fat blue tongues and tiny
grief and worry. Her intensity frightens you. "This is all your fault," she says quietly. Marco has also demorphed and watches silently from a few feet away.