Blood Ties (Spirit Animals, Book 3)
Garth Nix, Sean Williams
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The adventure continues in this third book in the New York Times bestselling series.
Erdas is a land of balance. A rare link, the spirit animal bond, bridges the human and animal worlds. Conor, Abeke, Meilin, and Rollan each have this gift-and the grave responsibility that comes with it.
But the Conquerors are trying to destroy this balance. They're swallowing whole cities in their rush for power-including Meilin's home. Fed up with waiting and ready to fight, Meilin has set off into enemy territory with her spirit animal, a panda named Jhi. Her friends aren't far behind... but they're not the only ones.
The enemy is everywhere.
away from the tiger. Tarik’s Lumeo was also not keen on the jungle, or was possibly just lazy and wanted to ride. Otters could be like that. “That’s true,” said Tarik. “Lishay, time is short. . . .” “I think the risk is too high,” Lishay said. “But if you agree, I will bow to you and take the broader path.” Everyone turned to Tarik, whose forehead was deeply wrinkled in thought. “Very well, then,” said Tarik. “Let us take the easier, faster way. Rollan and Essix can watch for approaching
didn’t feel quite so trapped now. She had someone to talk to whose words she didn’t have to think twice about before understanding them. She smiled. That was the kind of thing Rollan might have said. The rain eased off as she walked back, and then it stopped abruptly. The clouds edged apart, and Meilin caught a glimpse of the setting sun through the western tree line. Under Xue’s direction, she stacked the dry dung in a pyramid in the lee of the rock, some distance from the shelter. Xue lit it
officers lower ranking than her father. “Is there really nothing else I can do?” Xue shook her head. “Tell me your dreams, later, if you have any strange ones.” “Will they . . . tell the future?” “No. I like a good story.” Meilin forced herself to lean back against the rock. It was too wet to lie down, but some of the warmth from the fire reached her. She was restless and tired at the same time. She watched Rollan lying with the spirit animals, his breath shallow. It was awful, being so
his ax, but he was stuck in the mud and his pack had ridden up. He couldn’t quite reach the haft of the ax strapped to the outside, and the croc was advancing once more, its jaws opening again. “Ha!” Meilin’s shout echoed out across the swamp as she brought her metal-bound staff down on the croc’s head. It swung to snap at her, giving Conor a precious few seconds to stagger away and fumble his ax free. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Meilin danced backward across the mud and onto dry land, the
green tunnel, with the trees growing completely over the top and stitching themselves together with vines. Rollan wasn’t enjoying the ride. The rhinos, although smaller than their Niloan counterparts, were still very broad, and the Tergesh didn’t use saddles themselves. For their passengers they had simply tied a rope around the rhino’s middle. Rollan was holding on to his rope with one hand and the rider with the other, and simultaneously trying to grip the rough hide with his legs, but it was