Chapters (132)
- COVER PAGE
- CHOSEN: LOST BOOK 1
- BEGINNINGS
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- INFIDEL: LOST BOOK 2
- BEGINNINGS
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- RENEGADE: LOST BOOK 3
- BEGINNINGS
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAOS: LOST BOOK 4
- BEGINNINGS
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
Thomas turned away and took a deep breath. “They’ve probably run off to have some time alone from you two. Maybe you should consider doing the same.”
“No.”
Johnis’s retort hung in the room awkwardly.
Johnis glanced at Silvie. “I mean ‘no, I don’t think Billos ran off for love,’ not ‘no, Silvie and I shouldn’t consider doing that.’ ”
Still awkward, he thought, and now his face was feeling flush. “Not that we should run off together either, I just—”
“Save it, young man,” Thomas said. “It was only a passing comment to set you at ease. I can see I failed. Though it’s not a terrible idea.”
Silvie seemed as flustered as Johnis was. They’d always heard that Thomas of Hunter was a romantic in his own way, a true believer in the Great Romance and completely faithful to Elyon, whom all humans, even the Horde, had once loved. But his frank advice had caught them flat-footed.
A knock sounded on Thomas’s door. “Come,” Thomas said.
Ramos of Middle, Johnis’s father, stepped in with his younger sister, Kiella. “Well, we have the whole party here,” Ramos said, grinning.
“They were just leaving,” Thomas said.
“Have any of you seen Karas?” Kiella asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.”
Thomas looked at Johnis, then his father, incredulous. “Does losing people run in your family, Ramos?”
“Not that I know, sir.”
“Find them! And do it without leaving the city. Dismissed.”
ELEVEN
ELEVEN
The Black Forest was two days northwest, according to Hunter. A week if you went straight north and ran into the Horde who were guarding the route to the Northern Forest.
“A week?”
“If you’re lucky,” the Roush replied. “They’ll capture you the first day, and it’ll take you another six to escape, if you survive. Northwest, girl, go northwest and avoid the Horde.”
“What if they’ve shifted west?”
“Then we’re in for a fight.”
The little girl’s huge horse plodded over the soft desert sand to the right and just behind Darsal, who led them into the night with no intention of stopping until they reached the Black Forest. She would turn the two-day journey into one. It wouldn’t take Johnis long to figure out where they were going and follow. She had to get to the book and use it without interference from him!
But what if there is no book? What if there is a book, but you don’t find it? What if there is a book and you find it, but you’re killed for it, along with Karas?
Darsal pushed the thoughts away. Great missions require great risk. She urged her mount to quicken its pace.