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.
the words correctly. The hooded man produced a waterskin and upended it over the mouth of the rat in his other hand. The rat squirmed, tail whipping from side to side. “That’s enough,” one of the other men growled. “Cage it,” another man demanded. “Not yet,” the hooded man said, capping the waterskin. “If I’m too hasty, it will run out between the bars.” He held out the rat for the other men to see. It wriggled in his grasp, seeming to swell. It began squirming harder, screeching in pain. The
pressure yourself to evolve overnight. You’ll grow into this role. Tell me about your dreams since Briggan arrived.” Conor considered the question. “Once, in real life, I had to fight off a pack of wolves from the sheep I protected. I’ve had to relive that night in my dreams a lot lately.” He glanced over at Briggan, who had his mouth open with his tongue hanging out. It was the closest a wolf could get to smiling. “Have any other animals visited your dreams?” Lenori asked. “I don’t know,”
behind the store. One of Tarik’s eyes had already started to swell, and he had a cut beside his mouth. When asked, Meilin quietly assured Conor that Tarik had dealt out many more injuries than he received. Under pressure, Monte had promised to bring them to Barlow using a back door. He warned them that his partner might not be happy to see them. Tarik assured him that it was necessary. As Monte reluctantly led the group down a hall on the second floor of the trading post, Conor noticed a
single combat between humans. Others want spirit animals to fight. Some contests are to the death, others to submission. I’ve never dealt with the Ravens before.” “Sour luck,” Monte grumbled. “Many Amayan tribes are peaceful and fair-minded, even generous. We planned our route to avoid the most dangerous ones and only touched the fringe of Raven lands. They must have spotted us when we crossed the valley.” “Any objection to me handling the fight?” Tarik asked. “It’s best to wait before we
“How many are left?” Conor wanted to say twenty. “Five.” “Think you’ll summon a spirit animal, Devin?” Dawson asked. “I don’t see why not,” Devin replied. “Grandfather called a mongoose. Father produced a lynx.” Today was the Trunswick Nectar Ceremony. In less than an hour, the local children who turned eleven this month would each try to call a spirit animal. Conor knew that some families tended to form bestial bonds more regularly than others. Even so, calling a spirit animal was never