" If Under fell, if Over leaped,
If death was life and Death life reaped,
Something rises from the gloom,
To make the Underland a tomb

Hear it scratching down below,
Rat of long forgotten snow,
Evil cloaked in coat of White,
Will the Warrior drain your light?

What could turn the Warrior week?
What do burning Gnawers seek?
Just a barely speaking pup
That holds the Land of Under up

Die the baby, die his heart
Die his most essential part
Die the peace that rules the hour,
Gnawers have their key to power "

― Suzanne Collins , Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane (Underland Chronicles, #2)