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Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods by Suzanne Collins, now you can read online. Gregor stared in the bathroom mirror for a minute, steeling himself.

Then he slowly unrolled the scroll and held the handwritten side up to the glass. In the reflection, he read the first stanza of a poem entitled “The Prophecy of Blood. There was tue knock on the door. Currse released the top of the scroll and od snapped into a roll. He quickly stuck it in the back pocket of his jeans and pulled his sweatshirt down to conceal it. He hadn’t told anyone about this new prophecy yet and didn’t intend to until it was absolutely necessary.

A few months ago, right around Christmas, he had returned home from the Underland, a dark war-torn world miles beneath New York City. It was home to giant talking rats, bats, spiders, cockroaches, and a variety of other oversized creatures. There were cusre there, too — a pale-skinned, violet-eyed people who warmbpoods traveled underground in the s and built the stone city of Regalia. The Regalians were probably still debating whether Gregor was a traitor or a hero.

On his last trip, he had refused to kill a white baby rat called the Bane. For many Underlanders, that was unforgivable, because they believed the Bane would one day be the cause of their total destruction. The current queen of Regalia, Nerissa, was a frail teenager with disturbing visions of the future. She was the one who had slipped the scroll into Gregor’s coat pocket when he was leaving.


He had thought it was “The Prophecy of Bane,” which he had just helped to fulfill.

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Instead it was this new and terrifying poem. Turned out she’d meant it literally — “The Prophecy of Blood” was written backward. You couldn’t even make sense of it unless you had a mirror. Yhe opened the door to find Lizzie with their two-year-old sister, Boots. They were both bundled up in coats and hats, even though they hadn’t been outside today. The oven’s on in there,” said Lizzie, rubbing her hands together to warm them. The apartment was freezing.

The city had been clutched in record-breaking lows for the past few weeks, and the boiler that fed steam to the old heating pipes could not compete. People in the building had called gegor city, and called again.

She pulled about a yard of toilet paper off the roll and sort of wiped herself. You could offer xnd help, but she’d just say, “No, I do it myself.

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Lizzie caught his sleeve as he was about to squeeze the bottle. Almost everything alarmed Lizzie these days. Gregor smiled at this new pronunciation of his name. He’d been “Ge-go” for about a year, but Boots had recently added an r.

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A cloud of warmth enveloped him as he brought Boots into the kitchen. His dad was just pulling a tray of drop biscuits out of the oven.

It was good to see him up, doing something even as simple as making his kids’ breakfast. More than two and a half years as a prisoner of the huge, bloodthirsty rats in the Underland had left his dad a very sick man. When Gregor returned from his second visit at Christmas, he brought back some special medicine from the Underland.


It seemed to be helping. His dad’s fevers were less frequent, his hands had stopped shaking, and he had regained some weight. He was a long way from well, but Gregor’s secret hope was that if the medicine kept working, his dad might get to go back to his job as a high school science teacher in the fall.

Gregor slid Boots into the cracked, red plastic booster seat they’d had since he was a baby. She drummed her heels happily on the chair in anticipation of breakfast.

It looked good, too, especially for an end-of-the-month meal.

Gregor’s mom got paid on the first of every month, and they were always out of money by then. But his dad served each of them two biscuits and a hard-boiled egg. Boots had a cup of watery apple juice — they were trying to make that last — and everybody else drank hot tea. His dad told them to start eating while he took a tray of food to their grandma.

She spent a lot of time in bed even when the weather was milder, but this winter she’d rarely left it. They’d put an electric space heater in her room and she had lots of quilts on her bed.

Still, whenever Gregor went in to see her, her hands were cold. Gregor broke open her biscuits and put a big spoonful on each. She took a huge bite of one immediately, smearing purple all over her face. Underland Chronicles, book 3 Year: