Gregor the Overlander (Underland Chronicles, #1)

by Suzanne Collins

It was all like this horrible dream he had sometimes. He’d be up high, somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be, usually like the roof of his school. As he walked along the edge, the solid matter under his feet would suddenly give way, and down he’d go. Everything would disappear but the sensation of falling, of the ground closing in on him, of terror. Then, just at the moment of impact, he’d jerk awake, soaked in sweat, heart pounding.

Mutual need is a strong bond. Stronger than friendship, stronger than love.” “Do rats love?” said Gregor dryly. “Oh, yes,” said Ripred with a smirk. “We love ourselves very much.” “Figures,” thought Gregor.