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Chapters (132)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. CHOSEN: LOST BOOK 1
  3. BEGINNINGS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. INFIDEL: LOST BOOK 2
  35. BEGINNINGS
  36. ONE
  37. TWO
  38. THREE
  39. FOUR
  40. FIVE
  41. SIX
  42. SEVEN
  43. EIGHT
  44. NINE
  45. TEN
  46. ELEVEN
  47. TWELVE
  48. THIRTEEN
  49. FOURTEEN
  50. FIFTEEN
  51. SIXTEEN
  52. SEVENTEEN
  53. EIGHTEEN
  54. NINETEEN
  55. TWENTY
  56. TWENTY-ONE
  57. TWENTY-TWO
  58. TWENTY-THREE
  59. TWENTY-FOUR
  60. TWENTY-FIVE
  61. TWENTY-SIX
  62. TWENTY-SEVEN
  63. RENEGADE: LOST BOOK 3
  64. BEGINNINGS
  65. ONE
  66. TWO
  67. THREE
  68. FOUR
  69. FIVE
  70. SIX
  71. SEVEN
  72. EIGHT
  73. NINE
  74. TEN
  75. ELEVEN
  76. TWELVE
  77. THIRTEEN
  78. FOURTEEN
  79. FIFTEEN
  80. SIXTEEN
  81. SEVENTEEN
  82. EIGHTEEN
  83. NINETEEN
  84. TWENTY
  85. TWENTY-ONE
  86. TWENTY-TWO
  87. TWENTY-THREE
  88. TWENTY-FOUR
  89. TWENTY-FIVE
  90. TWENTY-SIX
  91. TWENTY-SEVEN
  92. TWENTY-EIGHT
  93. TWENTY-NINE
  94. THIRTY
  95. THIRTY-ONE
  96. THIRTY-TWO
  97. THIRTY-THREE
  98. THIRTY-FOUR
  99. THIRTY-FIVE
  100. THIRTY-SIX
  101. THIRTY-SEVEN
  102. CHAOS: LOST BOOK 4
  103. BEGINNINGS
  104. ONE
  105. TWO
  106. THREE
  107. FOUR
  108. FIVE
  109. SIX
  110. SEVEN
  111. EIGHT
  112. NINE
  113. TEN
  114. ELEVEN
  115. TWELVE
  116. THIRTEEN
  117. FOURTEEN
  118. FIFTEEN
  119. SIXTEEN
  120. SEVENTEEN
  121. EIGHTEEN
  122. NINETEEN
  123. TWENTY
  124. TWENTY-ONE
  125. TWENTY-TWO
  126. TWENTY-THREE
  127. TWENTY-FOUR
  128. TWENTY-FIVE
  129. TWENTY-SIX
  130. TWENTY-SEVEN
  131. TWENTY-EIGHT
  132. TWENTY-NINE

“The books have more power than anyone could have imagined,” Billos said. He slowly reached for one of them.

Johnis marched up to the rock, shoved Billos aside, covered both books with the cloth, and carried them back to his stallion. He had that look, Silvie saw. The one he always had before jumping off a cliff.

“Where are you going?” Billos demanded. “They aren’t your books, you egotistical, slimy snake!”

“They are for now.” Johnis flung himself into his saddle, whipped the reins around the horse’s head, and glared at them. “We have a mission to find the other five books. Until we have them all and they are in safe keeping with Elyon himself, I’ll guard them with my life.”

“You can’t just take over!” Billos shouted, red-faced.

Johnis gave Billos one parting glare, then spun his horse and was off.

Silvie, Billos, and Darsal stood empty-handed around the boulder, listening to the sound of fading hooves.

“So he’s the leader then?” Billos asked in a bitter voice.

Darsal nodded. “So it seems. Let it be, Billos. Until he’s proven wrong, we follow him.”

“To the ends of the world,” Silvie said.

Billos glared with dark eyes. “We can’t just keep trotting off cliffs on one boy’s whim.”

He is right, Silvie thought. On the other hand, so was Darsal. But if they’d listened to Billos or Darsal when this all started, they would likely be dead.

“Give him space,” she said. “He needs time to clear his head.”

Billos spat to one side. “His head needs to be more than cleared.”

FOUR

FOUR

Johnis spent the morning in the forest, fleeing himself as much as any villagers who were unlikely to leave him alone. He found a large mango tree under which he buried the books for safe-keeping. The look in Billos’s eyes had unnerved him to the spine.

He wasn’t sure what the others had experienced, but contact with the book had revealed more than one thing to him. The power of the books, yes. And his mother’s cry—he could never mistake her voice. But if he was right, the books had revealed Billos’s heart. He wasn’t quite sure how, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.

Either way, the books had to stay hidden from Billos.

And perhaps from him. From Johnis, who couldn’t put the fear and the anger and the anguish of his mother’s cry behind him.

Johnis . . . Her voice, as clear as the last time she’d spoken to him while he lay sick in bed with a fever, just a few months ago.

He could still feel her cool hand on his burning cheek, see the wrinkle of her brow. “I’m so sorry, Johnis.”

“It’s okay, Mother, you don’t have to baby me. I’ll be fine.”