Free Gregor and the Marks of Secret-4 by Suzanne Collins

said Gregor, sitting beside her.

    "The gnawers already drove them out of their home in the tunnels of stone. They barely managed to survive here," said Luxa.

    "Perhaps they decided to join the nibbler colony near the Fount," said Ares.

    "No, my uncle who governs the Fount forbade any new arrivals. He said the land would support no more. Besides, it is nearly an impossible journey to make on foot," said Luxa.

    "Is there anyone around here we could ask?" said Gregor.

    Luxa gave a wry smile. "Hazard could. He can speak the tongues of several jungle creatures. I regret none of us share his skill."

    There was nothing to do but fly home. As they rose to go, something caught Gregor's attention. It was a small movement, almost a shiver, in the vines above him. He shot his flashlight beam up into the canopy but could make out nothing but the tangled mess of greenish-gray vines.

    Suddenly Ares stiffened beside him. "Something is here," said the bat. "To our right."

    "To our left, also," said Aurora.

    "What? I do not see anything," said Luxa, flashing her light around.

    "Look here," said Gregor. He shone his light on a patch of vines above them that had begun to undulate. "It's the vines. They're moving."

    "But I know these vines," said Luxa. "They are harmless."

    On his previous trip to the jungle Gregor had been attacked by carnivorous yellow pods and later drugged and lassoed by sweet-smelling tendrils that wanted his blood. He assumed anything with roots was dangerous. "We've got to get out of here. Now."

    The four of them hurried toward the path that led out of the clearing, only to find that the vines had woven together to close it off.

    "Use your sword!" said Luxa. Gregor's arm was already in motion and their two blades sliced into the greenery simultaneously. Something sprang straight for Gregor's eyes. At first he thought it was a vine with a thick arrowhead-shaped leaf on the end. But then the mouth opened and he could see the deadly pointed fangs.

    His blade severed the head from the body just as he cried out a warning to his friends.

    "Snakes!"

    ***

CHAPTER 8
    Gregor, Luxa, Ares, and Aurora retreated quickly to the flat rock. Their attack had brought the entire canopy to life. It was a writhing, hissing mass of snakes. They were a variety of sizes. Some as thin as pencils. Others as fat as baseball bats. So closely did they resemble the vines that Gregor could still not distinguish them from the plants unless he saw the heads. And there were plenty of heads to see. The decapitation of the first reptile had triggered a full-scale attack. Snake heads were shooting out at them from all sides. Flicking tongues, flashing fangs.
    Suppressing his fear, Gregor gritted his teeth and counterattacked with his sword. He thought of the blood-ball training back in Regalia. It was the same principle. Incapacitating the missile before it struck you. What he couldn't hit with his sword he deflected with his torch.

    Only the largest snakes could cover the distance to the rock, but it was all Gregor and Luxa could do to keep them at bay.

    With relief, Gregor felt the rager sensation begin buzzing through his body. He welcomed the adrenaline rush, the heightening of his senses, the giving over to his instincts. Ripred had been right when he'd said that there would be times that Gregor would be glad of the gift of being a rager. Maybe he was getting a better handle on the phenomenon, because today he was able to fight without losing awareness of his actions and without fear at his transformation.

    Now, for instance, he was quite cognizant of the fact that Ares was trembling behind him.
    The bats were utterly helpless. Trapped in the dome, they could not take to the air to flee or even to fight with their claws.

    "Make yourselves small!" Luxa ordered them. Ares and Aurora pressed tightly together.
    "The twisters cannot reach you with Gregor and me here!"

    He hacked off head after head, but the onslaught only increased.