Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods-3 by Suzanne Collins Read Free Book Online
Authors: Suzanne Collins
set Boots on the floor and climbed out into the mist, hanging from the edge of the grate opening by one hand. "Now pass down Boots," he said. His dad swung Boots into his free arm. She latched on to him like a baby koala bear. "Come on, Mom. You jump, grab on to us, and we'll all go down together."
His mother bit her lip, gave one look back at his dad and Lizzie, and scooted herself, feet first, out of the laundry room. As she came through, her hand latched on to the wrist that was supporting Gregor, and he released the grate.
Within seconds, the swirling mist blotted out the light from the laundry room. He locked his fingers around his mom's wrist and could feel her pulse going a mile a minute. He tried to block out the terror he felt of heights, of falling, but it wasn't really something he could control.
The first time he'd taken this trip he had calmed himself down by telling himself this was just a bad dream.
But the little voice squealing delightedly in his ear was all too real. "Gre-go! Mama!
Boots! We all go wheeeeee!"
***
CHAPTER 6
"Gregor! We're going to be killed!" cried his mother. "No, Mom, we'll be fine," said Gregor, sounding calmer than he felt. "Hey, Nike?" he called. "Do you think we could ride down?"
He didn't know if the bat had heard him, or if she was even still around, but suddenly he was sitting on her back. Nike gave a twist and his mom was riding behind him.
"Certainly you may ride," said Nike. "Whatever manner is most comfortable." Her voice had a pleasant, cheerful quality that seemed unusual for a bat. Of course, the main bat Gregor talked to was Ares, and he was usually pretty depressed. Not that his friend didn't have good reason to be.
"Thanks," said Gregor. He settled Boots in front of him and clicked on a flashlight. The beam caught the swirls of mist. It gave the impression that they were surrounded by a beautiful, spooky white forest. But through the vapors, Gregor could make out the walls of the wide, stone tube they were descending.
"I can ride bat," said Boots, rubbing her hands on Nike's striped neck. "Z is for zebra. Z is for zoo. And zip!" She'd been a little obsessed with the alphabet lately.
"I expected only yourself and your sister, Gregor the Overlander. Could it be that this third human is your mother?" asked Nike.
"Yeah, she wanted to come see the Underland," Gregor said. To himself he added, "like she wanted a hole in the head."
"Oh, there has been much speculation in the Underland as to the greatness of she who is mother to both the warrior and the princess," said Nike. "What an honor to meet you, Warrior's Mother!"
"You, too," said his mom stiffly. "And you can just call me Grace."
Gregor grinned into the mist. He could tell his mom was thrown by both the friendliness of the bat and how complimentary she was. "So, I don't think I met you before, Nike," he said.
"Oh, no. We did not meet. But I saw you in my homeland when you were fulfilling 'The Prophecy of Gray,'" she said.
"When we went to see Queen Athena?" asked Gregor. That was the only time he had visited the bats' land. There had been hundreds, maybe thousands hanging from the ceiling of the cavernous place. He could only remember the queen.
"Yes, my mother," said Nike.
"Your mother? Then you must be a princess," said Gregor, a little surprised. She had not introduced herself as Princess Nike.
"I am, yes. But I hope you will not hold it against me." Nike laughed.
When they finally landed, they had to climb off Nike's back so that they could squeeze through the crack in the side of the tube to the tunnel.
"It won't be far now to Regalia," said Gregor, as they all climbed back on Nike.
"Good. The sooner we get this meeting over with, the better," said his mom.
It had taken Gregor about twenty minutes to jog to Regalia after his first fall, but the trip was much shorter on a bat. Before he knew it, Nike was waved through a guarded entrance and there beneath them was Regalia.
His mother bit her lip, gave one look back at his dad and Lizzie, and scooted herself, feet first, out of the laundry room. As she came through, her hand latched on to the wrist that was supporting Gregor, and he released the grate.
Within seconds, the swirling mist blotted out the light from the laundry room. He locked his fingers around his mom's wrist and could feel her pulse going a mile a minute. He tried to block out the terror he felt of heights, of falling, but it wasn't really something he could control.
The first time he'd taken this trip he had calmed himself down by telling himself this was just a bad dream.
But the little voice squealing delightedly in his ear was all too real. "Gre-go! Mama!
Boots! We all go wheeeeee!"
***
CHAPTER 6
"Gregor! We're going to be killed!" cried his mother. "No, Mom, we'll be fine," said Gregor, sounding calmer than he felt. "Hey, Nike?" he called. "Do you think we could ride down?"
He didn't know if the bat had heard him, or if she was even still around, but suddenly he was sitting on her back. Nike gave a twist and his mom was riding behind him.
"Certainly you may ride," said Nike. "Whatever manner is most comfortable." Her voice had a pleasant, cheerful quality that seemed unusual for a bat. Of course, the main bat Gregor talked to was Ares, and he was usually pretty depressed. Not that his friend didn't have good reason to be.
"Thanks," said Gregor. He settled Boots in front of him and clicked on a flashlight. The beam caught the swirls of mist. It gave the impression that they were surrounded by a beautiful, spooky white forest. But through the vapors, Gregor could make out the walls of the wide, stone tube they were descending.
"I can ride bat," said Boots, rubbing her hands on Nike's striped neck. "Z is for zebra. Z is for zoo. And zip!" She'd been a little obsessed with the alphabet lately.
"I expected only yourself and your sister, Gregor the Overlander. Could it be that this third human is your mother?" asked Nike.
"Yeah, she wanted to come see the Underland," Gregor said. To himself he added, "like she wanted a hole in the head."
"Oh, there has been much speculation in the Underland as to the greatness of she who is mother to both the warrior and the princess," said Nike. "What an honor to meet you, Warrior's Mother!"
"You, too," said his mom stiffly. "And you can just call me Grace."
Gregor grinned into the mist. He could tell his mom was thrown by both the friendliness of the bat and how complimentary she was. "So, I don't think I met you before, Nike," he said.
"Oh, no. We did not meet. But I saw you in my homeland when you were fulfilling 'The Prophecy of Gray,'" she said.
"When we went to see Queen Athena?" asked Gregor. That was the only time he had visited the bats' land. There had been hundreds, maybe thousands hanging from the ceiling of the cavernous place. He could only remember the queen.
"Yes, my mother," said Nike.
"Your mother? Then you must be a princess," said Gregor, a little surprised. She had not introduced herself as Princess Nike.
"I am, yes. But I hope you will not hold it against me." Nike laughed.
When they finally landed, they had to climb off Nike's back so that they could squeeze through the crack in the side of the tube to the tunnel.
"It won't be far now to Regalia," said Gregor, as they all climbed back on Nike.
"Good. The sooner we get this meeting over with, the better," said his mom.
It had taken Gregor about twenty minutes to jog to Regalia after his first fall, but the trip was much shorter on a bat. Before he knew it, Nike was waved through a guarded entrance and there beneath them was Regalia.
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