Legacy of the Claw (Animas, Book 1)
C. R. Grey
To twelve-year-old Bailey Walker, kin means more than just family. It means being a part of the Animas bond, a harmonious link that connects humans and animals, and guides everything in his world. But Bailey hasn't found his kin yet, and without an Animas, he's destined to be an outsider-or worse, lose his mind entirely. So when he's accepted into the prestigious Fairmount Academy, he's determined to Awaken to his Animas once and for all, even if it's a measly worm.
But once there, Bailey can't resist the pull of the dark mysteries surrounding the kingdom. A bear has been viciously attacked on school grounds, and when he and his friends discover signs of a ferocious predator in the woods surrounding campus, he knows something's out there, something dangerous. And Fairmount isn't the only place where darkness is brewing. In the capital city, a new leader preaches that humans must assert power over their kin, enslave them instead of living as one.
Bailey can't shake the feeling that the root of the unrest, and the key to his Awakening, lies in an old riddle entwined around an even older prophecy-a prophecy that may reveal the truth about the rightful king of Aldermere. And Bailey may be the only one who can unravel them. The capital's dark forces will stop at nothing to prevent the prophecy from coming true. If they succeed, the Animas bond will be in peril. Can Bailey help protect the Animas bond while still trying to awaken to his own? In this first installment of the gripping ANIMAS series, the battle is just beginning.
trees may bear seeds, but no fruit.” Tremelo stared dreamily at Bailey through the thick cloud of smoke. His fingers moved in midair as though he were playing an invisible piano. “Kin rise from ashes, hand over paw / When Locusts turn Men from Treachery / The Sun calls to the Loon.” “What?” asked Bailey, confused. “It’s a riddle,” said Tremelo, as though this should have been obvious. Bailey began to wonder what, exactly, was in that pipe. “Find the answer to the riddle, Bailey, and perhaps
the woman’s shoulder and began to sing merrily. The woman sighed, reached up, and smacked the bluebird away. Gwen recoiled. “Enough with you,” Gwen heard the woman say. The bluebird, stunned, hopped away behind a waste bin. Gwen looked up and saw a very large bird sitting on the corner of the roof above them, watching the woman in yellow as she walked toward the theater. Gwen couldn’t tell what it was—but it was no bluebird. Slowly, Gwen followed the woman into the square. For the first
cover of trees and bushes, trying to stay out of sight from above. He saw a blob of green paint against a tree, and knew that someone had had a close call with a Roanoake Slammer. He was in their territory now, far away from his own team’s flag. But he wasn’t the only one. Again he saw Taylor. Only a few paces away, Bailey’s fellow Slammer seemed to be tracking the Roanoake Sneaks back to their home base, with Taylor in pursuit. Once Bailey was sure that there was no one watching, he caught up
You now have your assignment, Bailey! You’ll come to this rock every evening before Scavage practice until you can tell me exactly what a rabbit smells like. When you know your environment, you may be that much closer to knowing yourself.” * * * Whack. Something hit Bailey in the ear. For a blurry second, he thought he was back in Tremelo’s office dodging shoes—but the blow was followed by scattered laughter. Bailey lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. He realized he was sitting in the
badgers, hares, and yes, even jackals, surrounded the shouting crowd, silent and ready, waiting for her next command. Viviana held tightly to the leash of the automaton-tiger as it roared and pulled at the strap. It was all a show, intricately calculated by Clarke. She pressed the gold button and the tiger turned to face her. It roared, showing off a razor-sharp set of metal teeth. With one exquisite movement, its metal muscles flexed and it bowed low to Viviana. She smiled, and the crowd in