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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

“One minute alone,” Johnis shot back. “I doubt there are weapons stored here, so you have nothing to fear. Just let me clear my head.”

Martyn considered his request and faced the priest. “I’ll be back in five minutes. Give him his space, Witch.” He turned, robe swirling, and disappeared through the drapes.

“Get out,” the priest snapped at Jackov.

They left Johnis alone. He hurried to the desk where Chelise had been working and snatched up her pen. He couldn’t write in the Horde way, and he wasn’t sure how well Chelise could read his own writing, so he drew what he wanted to say on a piece of parchment and slid it into the book she had open.

He knew the attempt was hardly more than a gesture of blind hope, but he was out of options.

His mother was in the dungeon, mind lost to the world, and Silvie was beside her, weeping, waiting for him to fulfill his promise.

He would follow his heart now.

He would betray Thomas and save Rosa and Silvie.

FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN

Jackov and Johnis loaded on two horses enough water to take them home in a two-day sprint, but Jackov refused to bathe until they were just outside the canyons on the western front of the Middle Forest. By then he was fully Horde.

“Easy, you stinking squat!” Jackov roared as Johnis dumped the water over his head.

There was enough left after his own bath to give the traitor a healthy soaking, and Johnis intended to use every drop. “Shut your hole and take it. Maybe some sense will find you.”

Jackov had his shirt off, exposing his cracked flesh from head to waist. Johnis had seen Scab flesh revert to its natural smooth texture as fashioned by Elyon several times now, but the mechanics of such dramatic transformation remained a mystery. Parched gray skin mended like a dry lake bed under a rushing torrent.

“It’s too late for sense,” Jackov sputtered. “Easy!” He pushed Johnis away and wiped the extra water from his skin. “It’s the switching back and forth that is the pain. This will be the last time for me, you can count on that.”

“You make me sick,” Johnis said, mounting his stallion.

They headed up the canyon pass, stopped for a moment at the Igal point, then turned into the forest. The sun was red in the west and would be down completely when they reached the village.

Lush green trees rose as thick as a carpet, and after so many days in the desert, Johnis wanted to weep. But he couldn’t, at least not with any sense but dread. The journey with Jackov had been a terrifying ordeal. He’d spent the first day begging the thug to reconsider his defection to the Horde, but Jackov only turned more sour with each word. The second day had brought a deathly silence.