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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Prologue
  7. Part I
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  10. 3.
  11. 4.
  12. 5.
  13. 6.
  14. 7.
  15. 8.
  16. 9.
  17. 10.
  18. Part II
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  20. 12.
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  25. 17.
  26. 18.
  27. Part III
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  30. 21.
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  38. 29.
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  40. 31.
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  42. Part IV
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  51. About the Author

“Crazy night, huh? I mean, no girls were involved, but still, I’ve been waiting fifteen years to be able to use that phrase and mean it. Crazy night, am I right?”

I shook my head miserably.

“I can’t do this, Tub.”

“Yes, you can. You did. We both did. Sure, we didn’t ace it, but how could we? I mean, graduating from a baseball bat and hockey stick to a couple of gnarly swords is going to take more than one night. You think they’d give me one if I practiced? You know, showed them what I could do?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh? Nothing’s wrong with me. You’re the one who looks all freaked out.”

“Tub. Wake up. We can’t do what they asked us to do.”

“Jim.” He smiled, but it died when he saw my cold expression. “Jim, don’t do this to me.”

“To you? I’m doing something to you?”

“They’re coming back tonight. They said. And we’re going to help them.”

“It’s not your decision.”

“It’s not?”

“You heard them. You’re not a trollhunter.”

Tub’s metal mouth snapped shut. A red color began to creep up his neck.

“That’s crappy of you, Jim. To treat me like that.”

“What do you want me to say? ‘Yahoo, let’s go get ourselves killed’? Didn’t I translate enough for you last night? They’re talking about war. Real war. Something called the Machine. You and me weren’t meant to do this, Tub. We’re in way over our heads.”

“Our heads? Who’s ever cared about our heads before this? Jim, you’re wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we’ve been waiting for. They’ve chosen us. Of all people! Us!”

“Not us. Me.”

“This means that all those times I told you we weren’t worth anything—”

“I never said that. Don’t include me in that.”

“Fine!” His face was scarlet now. “Then just me! I’m the one who isn’t worth anything! Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I’m worth? To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I’m a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don’t know. Hope? I know how cheesy that sounds, but I swear that’s what it feels like.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m the one being asked to risk his neck.”

Tub’s voice cracked.

“They won’t take me without you!”