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  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

Now motivated as much by fear as curiosity, Billos threw himself into the task of making the weapon work. For many minutes that never seemed to end, he worked feverishly, covering every square inch of the contraption, pushing every button, pulling every rope.

Nothing.

He finally retreated to the corner and dropped to his rump, breathing heavy with desperation.

“Elyon,” he muttered. “Please, Elyon, I swear, I swear . . . forgive me. Deliver me from this monster that has swallowed me whole, and I’ll do anything. I’ll follow Johnis on this blasted mission”—he rephrased—“on this mission of yours.”

Nothing happened. Naturally. Billos was now beyond himself.

“I swear, I swear.” Then louder. “Help me.” Then in a cry of rage. “Help me, for the sake of Elyon, help me!”

TEN

TEN

What do you mean ‘disappeared’?” Thomas demanded. “I give you one order, to keep an eye on one person, not even an enemy at that, and you can’t follow? Can you do nothing by the book?”

Johnis and Silvie had called Darsal’s name after a long stretch of silence, then barged into the bathroom and found it vacant. It only took them a minute to discover that her horse was gone too.

Two hours of frantic searching through the forest had yielded nothing. When they’d finally found Gabil, the Roush who thought of himself as a great martial artist, he was no help. “Hunter would know,” Gabil had said. He’d find the Roush named Hunter. And in the meantime, they’d better get their act together. Michal wasn’t going to like this, not one bit.

Now the sun was nearly gone, and they had no clue where Darsal had gone.

“We’re sorry, sir. And if Darsal were the enemy, our task would have been a simple one. She’s far craftier than any Scab.”

“Find her!” Thomas thundered.

“She took her horse, sir,” Silvie said. “We have no idea which direction she headed.”

“And don’t tell me that Billos is still missing.”

Johnis nodded. “Yes, he is.”

Thomas threw out his arms and paced, eyeing them. He was showing his hard side because it was demanded—Johnis would do no different.

“I chose you four because you’re all the same in ways not even you knew. Each of you share the character traits I find useful in battle leaders. I knew that you would butt heads at every turn—I told my wife as much when you went missing the first time. But this . . .” He shook his head. “I didn’t know I was promoting four fighters who could find trouble as easily as a blind man finds the wall!”

“I understand, sir.”

“Do you?”

“I think so. It must be maddening,” Johnis said.

“Really? You read me like a book, little poet. My advice is to go home and wait. There’s love between Darsal and Billos. Had I known how deep their bond went . . .”