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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

Two canteens full, Johnis thought. But he couldn’t speak. He eased the horse farther, looking over at the commander from the corner of his eyes. Almost out of throwing range. And Thomas would, he knew. If he realized what was about to happen, he would.

But the fact that his Chosen One was about to betray him evidently wasn’t in Thomas’s mind. “Take his weapons . . .” he said, motioning back to Jackov with his head. “Bring me my horse.”

Johnis kicked his horse then, when Thomas was flat-footed. Both animals, away from Thomas, carrying Johnis and the last of the water into the desert.

Behind him Thomas had stopped and was simply staring.

Forgive me, sir! Johnis wanted to cry. But he lowered his head and galloped into the dusk without a word. He couldn’t risk leaving Thomas in any condition other than what he’d agreed to: on foot, without water.

Thomas was resourceful, he told himself again. It had been over a day since they’d bathed, but he would find a way to stay sane long enough to foil the Horde and make it back to the forests.

Of course, that wasn’t very logical. Martyn had wanted precisely this, for Thomas to be stranded without horse or water. Logic told Johnis that Thomas was already as dead as Jackov. And he probably knew it.

For that matter, so were Silvie and Rosa.

And Johnis.

SEVENTEEN

SEVENTEEN

Report,” Martyn ordered, striding from the command tent they’d set up just south of the Red Valley.

“They’ve reached the valley, sir,” the colonel said.

“They’ve been seen?”

“Not in the valley, but short of it by ten miles.”

“And why not in the valley? I demanded they be kept in sight at all times.”

“You also ordered that we not be seen. There was no place to watch without tipping our hands. Now it’s dark. And you didn’t want men in the valley where they might be seen.”

The colonel made a good point. One whiff of betrayal and Thomas would be gone. Unfortunately, they had to trust that Johnis’s love for his mother was greater than his sense of duty to Thomas. Everything depended on the heart of one fighter.

“Then it’s either done by now or lost,” Martyn said. “Sweep the valley.”

“It’s dark, sir. You mean in the morning.”

“No, I mean now. Use all five hundred of your trackers. Find him. Then leave him to wander.”

The colonel looked up, surprised by this last order. “Sir?”

“He’s too dangerous to approach.”

“He’s on foot! You doubt my men on horseback against one man on foot?”

“All he needs is one horse, and he’ll be gone to fight another day. Do you deny he could kill one of your men, take his horse, and flee?”

“But one man—”