The Rescue (Guardians of Ga'hoole, Book 3)
Kathryn Lasky
Language: English
Pages: 208
ISBN: 0439405599
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Now that Soren has been reunited with his sister, Eglantine, he must face his next challenge: making sense of the mysterious disappearance of his mentor, Ezylryb. When Soren discovers that Ezylryb is in danger, he and his friends Gylfie, Twilight, and Digger devise a plan to save the beloved teacher.
In this process, Soren must fight a ferocious foe who wears a terrifying metal beak, sharpened for battle. It's not until the confrontation is over that Soren discovers the true identity of his opponent. The metal beaked warrior is Soren's evil brother, Kludd.
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thought I saw something.” Soren nodded. “No, you didn’t,” Poot said. “I woke a few minutes ago. You were standing right here on the mound. Perfectly alert—being a good lookout. Believe me, I would have had your tail feathers if you hadn’t been.” “I was right here?” Soren was incredulous. “Course you were, young’un,” Poot said and looked at him curiously as if he’d gone yoicks. “Right here you were. I would have noticed you up in the tree, believe me.” Had it just been a dream? Soren thought.
even shortened their daytime sleep so they could harvest the strands. The Ga’Hoolology ryb, a Burrowing Owl known as Dewlap, supervised the harvest. For the past week, they had all been on shifts under her command, cutting lengths of the berry vines just the right way. “Remember, young’uns,” Dewlap trilled as they flew with the strands of vines in their beaks. “No cutting below the third nodule. We must leave something so the vine shall sprout again come the time of the silver rain.” Soren and
usually circles the tower one time upon leaving.” “I haven’t seen any owls circling,” said Twilight. “And the hunters usually went out to catch a few meadow voles. It’s a good time just after twixt time for catching them,” Eglantine added. They waited a good while longer. Finally, Eglantine sighed. “I think something is very odd. It is just too still. Look—see that deer going up to the east wall? That would never happen if the owls were there…But I wouldn’t want to be wrong. I mean, I wouldn’t
fierce. He might be a problem.” “A problem?” the High Tyto said slowly in a voice that frightened the Sooty Owl who had just spoken. “Has it escaped your notice, Wortmore, that these owls wear no battle claws?” “That’s right, sir. Never thought of that.” Wortmore’s voice quivered. “Prepare to attack!” Nine owls, all with heart-shaped faces, some dusky, some pure white, and one with a metal mask, unlocked the talons of their battle claws. CHAPTER TWENTY Attack! Ezylryb stood with the two
jangling, blaring scornful taunt that distracted and struck fear into the Metal Beak’s troops. We got the fire, we got the punch, we’re gonna make you yarp your lunch. One two three four five, you’re gonna wonder if you’re alive. Six seven eight nine ten, you’re as stupid as a big ole hen. I can count forever and a day, and maybe you better start to pray. You call yourself pure, the best owls in sight. Well, you stink to high heaven, and you ain’t so bright. You’re stuck up as can be
