The Last Dogs: Dark Waters

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When canine heroes Max, Rocky, and Gizmo encounter a lavish riverboat moored close to shore, they're wary of what they might find on board. But as they're welcomed by a friendly community of dogs, the trio discover that there's more to their new world than they expected. These dogs have seen humans — who Max, Rocky, and Gizmo thought had disappeared without a trace.

The brave companions meet new friends and encounter old enemies in their search for their people, traveling to ...

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Overview

When canine heroes Max, Rocky, and Gizmo encounter a lavish riverboat moored close to shore, they're wary of what they might find on board. But as they're welcomed by a friendly community of dogs, the trio discover that there's more to their new world than they expected. These dogs have seen humans — who Max, Rocky, and Gizmo thought had disappeared without a trace.

The brave companions meet new friends and encounter old enemies in their search for their people, traveling to places they never imagined — from a high-speed monorail to a zoo filled with exotic animals. Max, Rocky, and Gizmo uncover secrets that promise to change their lives forever as they draw closer to figuring out why the humans left and being reunited with their families.

The Last Dogs: Dark Waters is the second book in a thrilling series about three friends on a journey to find their people — and bring them home.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"The dogs keep the story fun and interesting with their engaging personalities."—School Library Journal

Praise for The Last Dogs:"With suspense, action-adventure, and some droll touches...[The Last Dogs] offers a fast-paced read."—Booklist

"Fans of animal adventure stories and mysteries will enjoy this exciting look at the resiliency and ingenuity of dogs."—VOYA

"A post-apocalyptic Animal Farm for young readers."—Kirkus Reviews

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Praise for The Last Dogs:"With suspense, action-adventure, and some droll touches...[The Last Dogs] offers a fast-paced read."
Children's Literature - Enid Portnoy
An ominous title for the second book in the series “The Last Dogs” begins with Max, one of the last dogs, running through a deserted city in search of humans--any humans--but especially ones that lived there, and were kind and cared for dogs that were friends of Max. It is dark, it is night, and Max is not alone. He is being chased by enemies. He must find a way to seek shelter, no matter how far he must travel to secure it. His dangerous journey will allow him to find more dog friends, and secure food and shelter for them all. Together they look for any trace of the people they love and long to see again. The chapters move the action along quickly and help readers sympathize with dogs who face many dangerous adventures. Even the city skyscrapers seem to bend toward the dogs and lead them to strange places. Max remembers three rings appeared in the sky as a sign that he must follow. How can he do that when he opens his eyes and finds himself on a boat going down a river? Drawings of each of Max’s friends appear at the opening of every chapter. The dogs are all different breeds but seem to be suspicious of their environment. Young readers will be excited to follow these animals as they encounter other farm and zoo animals along their journey. The problem is that no one seems to have any good clues as to where the humans have gone. Surprises keep popping up as new characters are added to the story. Readers will feel their hearts beat faster as each dog tries to come up with a plan. At last, some people are spotted but they are not the kind of people that enjoy the company of dogs. Max and his three bravest friends work together. They manage to find large numbers of dogs they did not even know were still alive. For plenty of excitement, try this series and dogs may never look the same again! The vocabulary Holt uses is not difficult. Holt grew up in a house filed with dogs. Dogs are the main characters who talk to each other. This fact should delight children of all ages. Holt always loved dogs and began writing when he was eighteen. Douglas is a freelance artist whose work has appeared in many juried competitions. Reviewer: Enid Portnoy AGERANGE: Ages 10 to 14.
School Library Journal
Gr 4–8—In this sci-fi/fantasy tale, almost all humans have left for an unknown place. They have abandoned their pets, suspecting that they have a virus that is deadly to people but not animals. In this sequel to The Vanishing (Little, Brown, 2012), three dogs-Max, Gizmo, and Rocky-have become friends and agree to search for their humans rather than remain in the chaos that now exists. As they struggle to find food and safety and avoid dangerous packs of canines and wolves, they slowly start to learn more about the mysterious virus and the laboratory animals that, through experimentation, can now understand human speech. Gizmo is a feisty yet thoughtful Yorkie; Rocky, a Dachshund, provides comic relief as he dreams of kibbles; and Max is a resourceful and brave Lab. The vicious villains, both human and four-legged, are relentless as they pursue the three companions and also threaten other dogs that befriend the trio on their journey. There is a lot happening in this tale and many loose ends are left dangling, perhaps too many for some readers. However, those who are invested in the saga will look forward to the next adventure. The dogs keep the story fun and interesting with their engaging personalities, and this volume can stand on its own.—Carol Schene, formerly at Taunton Public Schools, MA
Kirkus Reviews
Man is not dog's best friend in this animal dystopian sequel. Max and his companions are adrift--literally--after escaping from vengeful Dolph and his wolves, as well as the megalomaniacal Chairman. Hungry and thirsty, they find refuge on a stranded steamboat with other dogs, careful not to upset the pack dynamics or challenge the gruff but brave alpha, Boss. But Max still yearns to find his young owners, or "pack leaders," Charlie and Emma, and an unfortunate encounter with a group of human arsonist-robbers propels Max and the steamboat inhabitants back into action. Following his visions and the advice of new friends, Max embarks on a journey to understand why people abandoned their pets and where the humans might have gone, following the scent through a zoo and an abandoned city and into a mad scientist's lair. With reluctance and dimwitted cheer, respectively, Rocky, the hungry, whining dachshund, and Gizmo, the overly perky Yorkie, follow. Max's prophetic dreams and the cataclysmic effects of medical experimentation on animals are both too convenient and handled more subtly in other, human-protagonist dystopian stories. Implausible but entertaining action sequences leaven clumsy exposition, while animal behavior coexists uneasily with narrative need. Dystopian training wheels for the Warriors set. (Dystopian adventure. 8-12)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316200097
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 10/1/2013
  • Series: Last Dogs Series
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 46,046
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.36 (w) x 7.64 (h) x 0.98 (d)

Meet the Author

Christopher Holt grew up in a house filled to the rafters with dogs. He draws on his memories — of Salt, Pepper, Cupcake, Ariel, Shadow, Brandy, Sir Edmund Spunk, and Showtime Double Feature — to create the four-footed heroes of The Last Dogs. He has worked other jobs — most notably, selling gum balls and gum ball machines — but began writing professionally at the age of eighteen. Christopher currently lives in Seattle, Washington.

Allen Douglas was educated at Syracuse University and has been freelancing as an artist for almost twenty years for many notable book-publishing and editorial clients. His artwork has been recognized by many prominent juried illustration competitions, including Spectrum: The Best in Contemporary Fantastic Art and the Society of Illustrators' Annual Exhibition. His studio is located in Rochester, New York.

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The Last Dogs: Dark Waters


By Christopher Holt, Allen Douglas

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2013 Christopher Holt Allen Douglas
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-20012-7


CHAPTER 1

ADRIFT


Max opened his eyes to a blaze of harsh daylight.

He lay in the bottom of a small boat, the sun's heat warming his golden fur. The little vessel rocked back and forth on the river's current. It was that sound—the sweet soft splashing of the river water against the sides of the boat—that had appeared in his dream.

Water. Max licked his lips. His tongue and nose were achingly dry. Groaning, he got to his feet and crawled to the rear of the boat, then leaned over the edge and lapped up some of the cold, clear river water. The water tasted a little strange compared with what was usually in his bowl or human toilets, but it wasn't bad, just different.

Once he'd slaked his thirst, he sat back on the wooden floor of the boat and glanced up at the wide blue dome of the sky. There was just the one sun, not the three blazing rings he'd seen while he'd slept.

What a strange dream. It wasn't the first he'd had since he and his friends escaped the city controlled by the evil Doberman who called himself the Chairman. The Chairman had led a cabal of vicious dogs called the Corporation, and when Max and his friends had refused to fall in line, the Chairman had tried to lock them up. They'd escaped their cage—helping other dogs flee in the process—but the Chairman and his snarling henchmen hadn't been about to let them get away without a chase. Max and his friends won freedom only when the vicious wolf Dolph showed up and challenged the Chairman to a fight.

Max didn't like reliving those memories, but he never regretted seeing Madame like he remembered her before this began. Even seeing her in a dream was better than never seeing her again at all. The last time he'd been with her in real life, he'd cradled her while she took her last breaths and passed away.

In his dreams, Madame guided Max and gave him advice. Only he didn't know what to make of her words—what did the people's disappearance have to do with the design on Madame's collar?

A honking snore startled Max from his thoughts. He peered beneath one of the two benches in the boat, where Rocky and Gizmo lay curled up in the shadows. It was the little Dachshund who had snored, of course. How the fuzzy Yorkie beside him could sleep through it, Max could never guess.

Rocky's pack leader was a vet's daughter, and he had helped Max escape from a kennel after all the people disappeared. Together the two fought off a pack of starving wolves, and they'd been traveling companions ever since.

Rocky's stubby black legs kicked. "Come back here, kibble," he muttered in his sleep. "I'm-a-getchoo. I'm gonna eat you up! Stop running." With another honking snore, Rocky smacked his lips and fell still once more.

Kibble.

Max's stomach gurgled. He and Gizmo always made fun of Rocky's love of any and every kind of food, but right then, Max could really have gone for a big bag of beefy bits.

They had been on their boat for three days now, letting the current carry them down the wide river toward the faraway ocean. That was where Madame had said the people had gone. People like Max's family, who had disappeared along with all the other humans when they'd abandoned the cities and left their pets behind.

Why had everyone gone away? Max still didn't know. Madame had said something about a sickness, but she wasn't quite herself at the end, and Max wasn't entirely clear what she'd meant. All Max knew was that he needed to find his pack leaders, Charlie and Emma, and their parents. They must be so worried about him. They would never have left him behind if they'd had a choice.

It had been in the frantic rush to escape the Chairman, Dolph, and their packs that Max, Rocky, and Gizmo had found the boat in which they now rode. They'd been in such a hurry to get away from the angry animals and find the humans that they hadn't given much thought to what they were going to eat on the river.

They'd relied mostly on drinking river water to fill their bellies. One time, Gizmo had seen a bright silver fish and dove over the edge of the boat to catch it ... but that had just resulted in her spending the night shivering and soaking wet without any fish to show for her swim.

"They're so fast!" she'd said once she'd clambered back into the boat and shaken herself.

"You'll catch the next one we see," Rocky had said. "I just know it."

She was lucky they'd been in a calm patch of water at the time. Max had seen wolves get swept away in the river's powerful current, and he didn't want that happening to Gizmo.

Max knew that if they didn't stop soon to find food, they wouldn't be able to reach the ocean.

He watched the land flow past on either side of the river. Sometimes they saw houses set along the grassy edges of the riverbanks, and sometimes they drifted through small, eerily silent cities. When that happened, the shore would get built up and cemented over and the water would get dirtier until, passing beneath bridge after bridge, they'd reach the city's edge and the buildings would fall away again.

More often than not, though, there was nothing to see: The riverbanks were lined with dark woods thick with shadows, forests filled with creatures. With the humans gone, the wild animals had grown bolder and bolder, leaving the safety of the forests and openly scavenging for food in the cities. Max caught sight of loping deer and darting rabbits and raccoons feasting in garbage cans, nothing dangerous. The only animals he never saw—or heard—were birds. He didn't know where they'd gone. He guessed they'd all flown far away.

But whenever Max thought he should leap into the water and strike out for shore, he would hear a distant howl or catch a whiff of wolf musk on the wind. It wasn't long before he saw gray or white or brown fur slipping between tree trunks, running parallel to shore, almost as if following the boat.

Max didn't know if the wolves were part of Dolph's pack, but it didn't matter. The last thing he wanted was to make enemies of another group of wolves. And so they stayed in the safety of their boat and drifted on.

A fuzzy tan head popped up beside Max. "See anything interesting?" Gizmo asked.

Tail wagging, Max looked down at his little friend, who was blinking sleep out of her eyes. He and Rocky had met her at a small camp of dogs called the Enclave. It was run by one of the craziest canines Max had ever met, a control freak Poodle named Pinky who insisted he be called Dandyclaw. Despite all that Max and Rocky had suffered through at the Enclave, at least they got Gizmo out of it. The Yorkshire Terrier was small, but she was a smart and fiercely brave companion. She was so endearingly chipper that Max was grateful just to have her around to cheer him up.

"Nothing, really," Max said. "Mostly just trees again."

Putting her paws on the edge of the boat, Gizmo raised herself to get a look. "Trees aren't boring! Especially when they've got squirrels in them."

"Well, just don't go and try chasing any! The river is huge, so it would be a long swim."

Gizmo shivered. "Don't worry, I learned my lesson when I went fishing." She lowered her bushy brows. "I still bet I could have caught that fish if the water wasn't moving so fast. It was just floating there!"

Rocky snored again, then flipped over, his body slamming heavily against the wood bottom of the boat. His front paws swatted at the air. "Kibble?" he muttered.

"Kibble," Gizmo repeated, dropping her paws down again and lying on her belly.

"We need to get ourselves to land," Max said. "Then we can find a human store and drag some food back to our boat."

"Oh!" Gizmo said, her tongue lolling out in eagerness. "That's the best idea. I've been aching to get on dry land again. I feel like I haven't had a good run in forever."

Max's own legs felt cramped, especially because he was pretty big by dog standards and the boat wasn't exactly roomy. The idea of racing through grass—for fun, not because he was being chased—sounded like heaven.

"I'm going to start paddling us toward shore," Max said. Holding up a front paw, he spread his toes apart. "See how my feet are kind of webbed? Labradors like me are good at swimming through water."

Gizmo studied her own paw. "Mine are just normal, but my legs are too short to reach the water anyway."

"Don't worry, you can still help." Max gestured toward the bench at the front of the boat. "You take lookout and let me know what you see." Another loud snore rattled out from under the bench. Max chuckled. "I think we can let Rocky keep sleeping. I wouldn't want to tear him away from his dreams. That's the only kibble he's likely to see for a while."


Max spent the rest of the day clinging to the back of the boat with his front legs while his hind legs were submerged in the river. His back paws dragged through the water as he fought against the current to paddle them to shore.

As he paddled, Gizmo talked about anything and everything she saw. "That's the tallest tree I've ever seen! Oh, I think I just saw a squirrel! Ooh, two squirrels! They look like they're fighting over a nut. They should really learn to share."

"Yeah," Max gasped as he struggled against the river waves. "They probably should."

Gizmo darted to the back of the boat and panted happily as she stood snout-to-snout with Max.

"You're doing really good, Max," she said. "You know, this reminds me of the time I was sleeping in a cardboard box under a bridge. It was raining and cold, and all I had to eat was some old bread crusts that I was saving. Well, this other dog showed up, sopping wet and growling, and he demanded my food."

"What did you do?" Max asked.

"He looked so miserable that I offered to share, but he wanted all of it. Just like those squirrels. I tried to be nice, but he just wasn't listening."

His legs aching, Max stopped paddling. The boat slowed, but still drifted toward shore.

"Did you get into a fight?" Max asked.

Gizmo shook her head. "Nah. A duck floated by on a little stream, and while we were distracted, it waddled into the box, took a bill full of bread, and waddled right back out!" She laughed, then stopped suddenly. Her eyes fell. "Oh, we haven't seen any ducks in a long time, have we? Usually they only go away when it's cold."

Max shivered as icy water splashed onto his back. His legs had grown numb to the chill, but it was still a shock to the rest of him.

"I've been wondering the same thing," Max said softly. "Hey, maybe we'll see some soon, though. Why don't you go check if there are any in the sky up ahead?"

"Okay!" Gizmo said.

She spun around and bounded to the bench at the front of the boat. It wasn't long before she was talking up a storm again. Before finding her way to the Enclave, where she'd met Max and Rocky, the little terrier had been traveling the countryside on her own. She had a lot of tales to tell.

Despite the chatter and the splashes of waves, Rocky kept sleeping.

His strength regained, Max paddled with his hind legs. Slowly but surely, he angled the boat toward shore. Luckily, the flow of the water seemed to help guide them.

Aside from Gizmo's endless chatter, the water lapping against the boat's hull, and the whoosh of the wind, it was utterly quiet on the river. Just like everywhere they'd been since the humans disappeared weeks and weeks back. Max was almost afraid of what they'd find when they finally reached dry land again. More empty, desolate towns filled with sad, starving dogs? More angry bands of canines trying to rule the streets? Wolves or other wild animals with a taste for house pets?

Or something worse?

But the growling in his stomach told Max he couldn't worry. They had to get food. Whatever they'd face on land, they would face it together.

Max wasn't sure how long he'd been paddling, but it felt like ages and his hindquarters burned from the effort. He couldn't see much aside from the dirty floor of the little boat, but he could tell that daylight was fading. Night was on its way.

"Max, I see something!" Gizmo cried out.

"Let me guess," Max said, his tongue lolling out as he panted for breath. "You saw another possum."

"No, silly—something else!"

Max stopped paddling, letting his legs rest, and looked ahead. The little terrier jumped from foot to foot, her stubby tail an excited blur.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It looks like some sort of giant house. It's so pretty!"

Max scrabbled with his hind paws until he managed to heave himself back on board. Water dripped from his fur and made puddles as Max padded to the front of the boat to get a look for himself.

The sun was starting to set, casting a gold sheen across the lapping river waves. His tail wagged as he saw how close they were to the craggy, rocky shore. Insects buzzed over the water, darting shadows in the fading light.

But that wasn't what had Gizmo excited. Farther down the shore was what looked like a fancy white house built atop a platform. Pillars supported wide porches that surrounded each of the building's three levels. Sparkling lights were strung between the pillars, reminding Max of the lights his family put up around the farm during the cold winter months.

Black steam pipes rose from the front of the building, and flags at each corner fluttered in the river breeze. At the back of the strange structure were four giant waterwheels painted red with gold trim.

Dark sludge and debris clung to the slats of the waterwheels—trash that had piled up in the river.

Only then did Max realize this wasn't some fancy riverside mansion after all. It was a boat, and the "porches" were actually decks.

"That's not a house," Max said. "That's a boat!"

"Well, it looks like a floating palace!" Gizmo said. "Have you ever seen anything like it?"

"Never," Max said with a shake of his head.

"Do you think there might be food there?" Gizmo asked.

"I don't know, but it's the first real ship we've seen on the river," Max said. "There has to be something on it. We can check it out. Even if there's nothing to eat on board, maybe it's near a town where we can find food."

"Yay! Okay!" Gizmo jumped down from her bench and nuzzled Rocky, who still lay curled beneath it. "Hey, wake up!"

Rocky snorted, then snapped wide awake. "It's a kibble stampede! Watch out!" he cried.

"It's even better than that!" Gizmo said. "Max and I found a big floating house on the water."

Blinking his watery eyes, Rocky looked from Gizmo to Max. "Wait, what? A house? We can't eat a house!"

"No, but we can eat what's inside," Gizmo said.

"You mean food? Did you find food?"

"We hope so," Max said. "Come see."

Rocky went wide-eyed as he climbed atop the bench and got a look. "Oh, it's a riverboat!" he said. "My first pack leader used to put me in her purse and take me to boats like this to play card games. There's always lots of loud noises and flashing lights." Rocky scrunched his nose at the memory. "But there was also people coming around giving drinks and plates of food to the people while they played their games. I bet there's tons of food on board!"

The three dogs barked excitedly to one another as the current carried their small vessel toward the line of mounded-up debris behind the riverboat. But as they drew closer, Max fell silent and the wagging of his tail slowed.

The riverboat sat in the shallows at an odd angle, tilted over, half onshore and half in the water. There was no dock, just a sandbar, as if the enormous vessel had crashed there.

On the side nearest to them, Max could make out a dark, jagged hole just above the waterline. He couldn't be sure if it was just the fading light reflecting off the water into the interior, but he could swear he saw shadows moving inside.

After all they'd been through, Max felt wary. Someone or something might have already claimed this ship. Before Max could say anything to his companions, their little boat knocked against the slimy, wood-clogged debris trail that led to the riverboat's paddle wheels.

The riverboat loomed over them, throwing an inky shadow across the water.

Shivering, Rocky looked to Max. "This riverboat doesn't seem near as lively as the one I remember, big guy," he said. "I got a bad feeling."
(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2013

    Awesome

    This book is great and full of awesome adventure. I would reccommend it to you.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2013

    Last dogs

    Survivor series copied this

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2013

    Best book ever

    Just for the record this book does not copy the surrvivors series. The last dog came first! This is a great book filled with action suspense and loyalty.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2013

    Dog lover

    Cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"!
    I loved it

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2013

    i love it

    :)

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2013

    Lilly

    Well that was rude!

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2014

    Yellowstone pack

    " west yellowstone" result one

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2014

    Best

    The best of the best!
    #awsoomereadlongroad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2014

    AMAZING!

    Wow Christopher Holt is an amazing writer o,o. The only thing that was horrible was when Boss died. Im not saying the book is horrible, its just that his death was so painful and touching that I cried! Hehe. Anyway, heres a complaint I have about Erin Hunter's books. She is absolutly amazing at her job and I praise her for it, buuuut she has barley any emotion whn a charecter dies or anything. Sure, theres some words of goodbye and all, but I have rarely cried over her books. This was probably the best death writing I have read so far. The story is awesome and simple an not confusing, yet the imagination that he must have put into ming thimakeme happy! Well, I just thought you'd like to know some of my thoughts on this. Bye!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2014

    To survivors or last dogs

    Erin Hunter didnt copy, read the actual book, its very different from survivors.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2014

    Not Survivors

    Even though the samples are similar the story is completely different. Good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2014

    Might explode if i cant read :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2014

    Great book

    Beast book ever. Buy the book now. This is the 3rd book so read the first and second books first:-)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2014

    Survivors or The Last Dogs?

    I've read the first book, and am saving up my money to buy the second book. I was also wanting to read Survivors. I looked it up on my NOOK, and the "preview" sounded identical to the first The Last Dogs book. I was confused. Reading reviews, I found out apperently ( sorry about my spelling ) the Last dogs was made first. Why would erin hunter copy? Erin's Seekers series is really good, and not copied. Why would erin? Anyway, I will soon buy the dark waters book. Hope it's good!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2014

    Ggg

    Ggh

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2014

    Hi

    LOVE IT!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2014

    So gooooddddddd

    I love it and Boss.But its so bad when he dies

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2014

    Most awesome

    Christopher Holt is da bom i give it a hunded stars if i could :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2014

    Not copied from survivors

    This book came first. Erin hunter stole from them :/

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    So thrilling

    This book is so awesome I can't wait for the next book.If you liked reading this book you should read the warriors series by Erin Hunter.I like that series too.:)

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