Read The Shattering (Guardians of Ga'hoole) Online
Authors: Kathryn Lasky
Tags: #Fantasy, #Fiction, #General, #Children's Books, #Children: Grades 3-4, #Juvenile Fiction, #Fantasy & Magic, #Ages 9-12 Fiction, #Children: Grades 4-6, #Legends; Myths; Fables, #Legends; Myths; & Fables - General, #Owls, #Lasky; Kathryn
The Shattering (Guardians of Ga'hoole)
Book Jacket
Guardians of Ga'hoole [5]
Fantasy, Fiction, General, Children's Books, Children: Grades 3-4, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Ages 9-12 Fiction, Children: Grades 4-6, Legends; Myths; Fables, Legends; Myths; & Fables - General, Owls, Lasky; Kathryn
EDITORIAL REVIEW:
In the midst of war, Eglantine unwittingly becomes a spy for Kludd, leader of the Pure Ones (a group of evil owls). She is brainwashed by an owl sent by the Pure Ones to infiltrate the Great Ga'Hoole Tree. Her odd behavior eventually attracts attention, and Soren and his friends vow to find out what's wrong with Eglantine. They ultimately learn what happened and help her reverse the effects of the brainwashing. Kludd continues to battle against the Guardians of Ga'Hoole for control of their tree. In the end, Kludd and his forces are defeated. But his conflict with Soren is not yet over.
Guardians of Ga’Hoole
Book Five
BY
For Joy Peskin
Eglantine and Primrose sliced through the clear space
between two blazing trees
.
CHAPTER FIVE A Fragment from the Sea
CHAPTER SEVEN The Sign of the Centipede
CHAPTER EIGHT Mum Waits for Me
CHAPTER NINE The Most Beautiful Mum in the World
CHAPTER TEN Eglantine Researches
CHAPTER ELEVEN Primrose’s Last Thought
CHAPTER TWELVE A Gizzard Begins to Stir
CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Lucky Charm
CHAPTER FOURTEEN As a Gizzard Twitches
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Piece by Piece
CHAPTER SIXTEEN The Sacred Orb
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The Hostage Egg
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN “It Cannot Fail!”
CHAPTER TWENTY A Crown of Fire
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The Gollymopes
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO The Living Dead
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE The Passing of the Claws
OWLS and other from GUARDIANS of GA’HOOLE The Shattering
It was the same. That was her first thought.
It looks just like the old fir tree, the one where Soren and I were hatched. And even the shape of the hollow’s opening where Mum and Da made their nest, a lopsided O—wasn’t that the exact shape?
Eglantine knew she was dreaming, but it seemed so real. Like no dream she’d ever had. It was so lovely she didn’t want it to end. She wondered if she flew a little closer and just took a peek, would the hollow look the same inside? Would her mum and da be there? Oh, it had been forever since she’d seen them. Soren said they were dead. He had seen their scrooms, the spirits of dead owls. She hated it when Soren said that. Eglantine squirmed now in her sleep as the words from the awful conversation wove through her dream.
“You saw their scrooms? That means they are dead, doesn’t it, Soren?”
“It does, Eglantine, and there is nothing we can do about that.”
And then Twilight had added his horrible conclusion.
“Dead is dead.”
“Dead is dead.”
The words swirled around her like black crows getting ready to mob.
“Dead IS NOT dead!”
She shouted back in her dream.
“Dead IS NOT dead.”
A Friend in Need?
W
ake up, Eglantine! Wake up!” Primrose, Eglantine’s hollowmate, was vigorously shaking her. “You’re just having a bad dream.”