Jacob Grey - The White Widow’s Revenge

First published in Great Britain by

HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2016

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Ferals: The White Widow’s Revenge

Text copyright © Working Partners Ltd 2016

Cover illustration © Jeff Nentrup 2016;

Cover design © HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2016

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Source ISBN: 9780007578566

Ebook Edition © 2016 ISBN: 9780007578573

Version: 2016-06-29

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright Copyright Copyright Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Acknowledgments Keep Reading About the Publisher First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2016 HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF The HarperCollins website address is: www.harpercollins.co.uk Ferals: The White Widow’s Revenge Text copyright © Working Partners Ltd 2016 Cover illustration © Jeff Nentrup 2016; Cover design © HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2016 A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Source ISBN: 9780007578566 Ebook Edition © 2016 ISBN: 9780007578573 Version: 2016-06-29

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Acknowledgments

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hey’ve got no idea , thought Caw. No idea how much danger they’re in.

He pulled up his collar, even though he was already soaked to the skin, and looked out across the street. It was quiet because of the awful weather, but a few people still went about their business. A man in a dark suit ate a sandwich under a dripping canopy. Cars swished across the slick road. A boy, holding hands with his mother, rushed into a shoe shop to get out of the downpour.

It had been raining for days, but the low grey clouds showed no signs of being empty. The streets were saturated, and puddles dotted the rooftop on which Caw stood. He looked down at the second-hand sneakers he’d found at a clothing bank. Water had long ago seeped through the fabric, and his toes squelched, but he’d been wet through enough times in his life that it didn’t really bother him. Growing up in the nest in Blackstone Park, he’d survived many storms which had blown through the city and ripped the tarpaulin cover loose. If they couldn’t fix it, Caw and his crows just huddled down, lashed by the wind and rain. He had hated it, but he always knew it would pass.

I’ve forgotten what the sun looks like , said Screech. The youngest of Caw’s crows was sitting on the roof parapet with his feathers puffed out to protect him from the rain. The other two birds perched beside him.

Maybe we should go home , said Glum hopefully. His beak rested on his chest and his eyes were shut.

Shimmer cocked her head. Quit complaining , she said. A bit of water won’t do you any harm.

To anyone in the street below, the three crows would have looked completely unremarkable, Caw thought. But then, nobody but a feral would realise he could understand what they were saying.

“Crumb wants us to wait here while he checks out the bank,” said Caw, nodding at the building across the street.

There are twenty banks in Blackstone , said Glum. The chances of them hitting this one are pretty slim.

Caw shrugged.