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Автор: Peter Lerangis
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       The Tides Turn

      

       Copyright

      First published in the USA by HarperCollins Publishers Inc in 2015

      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2015

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      Source ISBN: 9780007586554

      Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780007586561

      Version: 2015-02-05

      FOR MOM AND DAD,

      WHO HAVE READ EVERYTHING

      SINCE THE VERY FIRST SENTENCE

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

       Dedication

      Chapter One: The Wrath of Yappy

      Chapter Two: Twerp Perps, Snalp, and the Fat Lady

       Chapter Twelve: Biiiig Trouble

       Chapter Thirteen: The Fourth Loculus

       Chapter Fourteen: Escape from the Nostril

       Chapter Fifteen: The Dream Continued

       Chapter Sixteen: A Goat Moment

       Chapter Seventeen: Battle on the Mount

       Chapter Eighteen: Loser, Loser, Loser

       Chapter Nineteen: Deifirtep

       Chapter Twenty: In the Matter of Victor Rafael QuiÑones

       Chapter Twenty One: Slipping Away

       Chapter Twenty Two: Massa Island

       Chapter Twenty Three: Good Enough for the Cockroaches

       Chapter Twenty Four: The Illusion of Control

       Chapter Twenty Five: In Hexad de Heptimus Veritas

       Chapter Twenty Six: Lifeline

       Chapter Twenty Seven: The Seventh Codex

       Chapter Twenty Eight: His Jackness

       Chapter Twenty Nine: What’s a Few Million Lives …?

       Chapter Thirty: Esiole

       Chapter Thirty One: The King of Toast

       Chapter Thirty Two: Reunion

       Chapter Thirty Three: Preposserous

       Chapter Thirty Four: My Sister the Monster

       Chapter Thirty Five: Goon Number Seven

       Chapter Thirty Six: Pull my Finger

       Chapter Thirty Seven: The Meathead Starts Over

       Chapter Thirty Eight: Ambush

       Chapter Thirty Nine: Fiddle and Bones

       Chapter Fourty: The Labyrinth and the Tapestry

       Chapter Fourty One: Is not Gorilla

       Chapter Fourty Two: The Teflon King

       Chapter Fourty Three: Braggart, Traitor, Deserter, Killer?

       Chapter Fourty Four: The Sword and the Rift

       Chapter Fourty Five: Something Much Wors

       Epilogue

       About the Publisher

      

      HAVING LESS THAN a year to live doesn’t feel great, but it’s worse when you’re in a cop car that smells of armpits, cigarettes, and dog poop. “Don’t New York City cops ever clean their cars?” Cass Williams mumbled.

      I turned my nose to the half-open window. Aly Black was at the other end of the backseat, but Cass was stuck in the middle. Outside, music blared from a nearby apartment window. An old woman walking a Chihuahua eyed us and began yelling something I couldn’t quite make out.

      “Okay, what do we do now, Destroyer?” Cass asked.

      “‘Jack’ is still my name,” I said.

      “‘The Destroyer Shall Rule,’ that was the prophecy,” Aly replied. “And your mom pointed at you.”

      “We were invisible! She could have been pointing at …”