Chapters (54)
- Foreword
- CONTENTS
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- Excerpt from I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: The Last Days of Lorien
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- Excerpt from I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: The Search for Sam
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- Excerpt from I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: The Forgotten Ones
- CHAPTER ONE
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- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BACK ADS
- Also by Pittacus Lore
- CREDITS
- COPYRIGHT
- ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
“I’m listening.”
Adam extends his hand to me. “I know where they live.”
Something recoils inside of me at the sight of that pale hand waiting for mine. But if what I saw in that vision was true—if Five is working for the Mogadorians—then why shouldn’t we have one of them working with us? I take Adam’s hand, squeezing hard. He doesn’t cringe, only looks me right in the eye.
“All right, Adam,” I say. “You’re gonna help me win this war.”
Excerpt from I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: The Last Days of Lorien
Excerpt from I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: The Last Days of Lorien
EXPERIENCE THE BATTLE THAT BEGAN THE WAR!
CHAPTER ONE
THIS IS LORIEN. IT’S “PERFECT” HERE. THAT’S what they say, at least.
Maybe they’re right. Over the years, Lorien’s Office for Interplanetary Exploration has sent recon missions to pretty much every inhabitable planet out there, and they all sound terrible.
Take this place called Earth: it’s polluted, overcrowded, too hot and getting hotter every day. The way the scouts tell it, everyone there is miserable. The earthlings all spend a lot of time trying to kill each other over nothing; they spend the rest of their time trying not to get killed.
Scan through one of their history books—we’ve got a bunch of them available in the Great Lorien Information Depository—and you’ll see it’s all just one pointless war after another. It’s like, Earthlings, you idiots, get it together!
The thing is, other than Lorien, Earth’s about the best place there is out there. I’m not even going to bother mentioning Mogadore. Talk about a dump.
Here on Lorien there’s no war. Ever. The weather’s always perfect, and there’s enough variation in ecosystems that you can find a place with whatever your own version of perfect weather is. Most of the place is pristine forests, perfect beaches, mountains with views you wouldn’t believe. Even in the few cities we’ve got, there’s plenty of space to move around and no crime at all.
People don’t even argue all that much.
What is there to argue about? The place is perfect, so of course everyone’s happy. Like, always. You walk down the street in Capital City and you see everyone smiling like a bunch of happy zombies.
But there’s no such thing as perfect, is there? And even if there is, then I have to say: “perfect” is pretty boring.
I hate boring. I always do my best to find the imperfections. That’s where the fun usually is.
Although, come to think of it, as far as a lot of people are concerned—my parents chief among them—I’m the biggest imperfection of all.
It’s positively un-Loric.