The Arrival (Animorphs, Book 38)
K. A. Applegate
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Andalites have finally arrived on Earth. The Animorphs and Ax now have allies willing to fight against the Yeerk invasion. But there are only four Andalites. Not nearly enough to defeat thousands of Yeerks. Not enough to stop humans from being infected.
So, everyone agrees that the battle must continue. But the Andalites don't want to fight alongside humans. They feel their skills will be less than adequate. And they demand that Ax choose a side. Will Ax stay with his friends . . . or stand with his people?
for her willingness to protect my prince. But what kind of an aristh would agree to withhold sensitive intelligence information from her superiors? Had she been instructed to gain my trust in order to spy on me? Or was she simply undertrained? Unsuited to the military because of her gender? I resolved to keep my guard up and my eyes open. I watched her fingers dance across a control panel as she programmed in an access code for me. Her hands were small. And graceful. When she was done, she
locate your DNA pattern. We were able to download it from your academy records.>
burst, the round ball became a human. Fully clothed. In what humans would consider normal clothing. I was amazed. I had never seen such an efficient morph. And the ability to morph something other than skintight bicycle shorts and T-shirts took almost supernatural powers of concentration. "You are an estreen . . . nuh," I said. "My mmmmmother. . . ruh. She was a morph . . . ph dan . . . dancer. . . ruh! Danceruh. I learned much from herrrrr!" I opened one of the packets and poured the
Andalites!> adjuncts. Strategists. They plotted. They planned. And they knew everything. Did Arbat know the truth about Elfangor? About me? Likely. Our eyes met, but I could read nothing in their ironic, self-possessed gaze. Gonrod was a fool. Arbat was not. "What about Estrid?" Prince Jake asked. Gonrod looked slightly embarrassed.
adjuncts. Strategists. They plotted. They planned. And they knew everything. Did Arbat know the truth about Elfangor? About me? Likely. Our eyes met, but I could read nothing in their ironic, self-possessed gaze. Gonrod was a fool. Arbat was not. "What about Estrid?" Prince Jake asked. Gonrod looked slightly embarrassed.