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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

“My . . . my husband. Is he still alive?” She was still whispering. The disease didn’t do this to a Forest Dweller; he knew because he’d been there. The fact that his mother was in this state on his account tightened the noose cinched around his throat. He wasn’t sure he could speak past the pain.

“Yes. And I’m going to take you home to him, Mother. I promise. I swear . . .”

The door flew open, and the priest strode in. Flung the gate wide. “Leave her if you want to see her alive tomorrow.”

“I will not leave her!” Johnis cried. “What have you done, you monster?”

“She stays too,” he said, pointing at Silvie.

“She will not! This isn’t right or humane!” He was screaming incoherently, but his desperation didn’t allow for anything else.

“Your mother has been preserved for this day. If you think she’s in bad shape now, just refuse me, and you’ll see what shape she’ll be in tomorrow.”

Silvie rushed to his side, eyes frantic. “Johnis . . .”

“Don’t worry, Silvie; I won’t let this happen!” But he knew they were just words. He was powerless.

She took his face in both hands and searched his eyes. “I love you, Johnis. Don’t let me die here. Save your mother and me. Swear it.”

“I swear it! I won’t let them hurt you.”

She kissed him on the lips and pulled back, teary eyed. “Don’t forget me.”

Johnis’s mother approached them. “Who’s this, Johnis? You have a woman?”

She was too far gone to feel the danger of the moment, being instead his mother for a moment again.

“Mother . . .” But Johnis couldn’t finish any reasonable thought.

“Keep her safe, Silvie. Keep my mother safe.”

“Enough, please,” the priest said. “We all know there’s no way anyone but me can keep anyone safe, so let’s get on with this.”

Johnis stopped at the door and stared back at the two women he’d put in this cage. He owed his life to both. “I swear it.”

The priest locked the gate and the door into the stairwell behind. Then they were in the library again, facing Jackov, the traitor, and General Martyn.

THE FURY THAT RAGED THROUGH JOHNIS FOGGED HIS MIND.

“If it’s any consolation,” Martyn said, “I didn’t approve of the way your mother’s been treated. But sometimes the greater mission must be served.”

Jackov stared at Johnis beside Martyn, eyes blank. And graying. He’d acted strange the last time they’d bathed; for all Johnis knew he hadn’t actually washed his skin at all.