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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

“Fine. Fine, but I don’t like it.” He mumbled something and hopped onto the horse’s head, facing them both. “The least I can do is give you two sets of eyes.”

Hunter swept his wing toward Karas and whispered. “For this one, who has ears to hear and eyes to see, let her hear and see.”

Karas gasped and stared wide-eyed at Hunter. “What’s that?”

“I’m Hunter, the Roush that Darsal kidnapped from Middle Forest.”

Karas blinked at the furry white animal. “You’re real. So cute!”

“They’re real too,” Darsal said, motioning ahead at the Shataiki who stared with red eyes. “Not so cute.”

Again, Karas gasped. “Shataiki!” She grabbed a bag of water from behind her and pulled it into her lap.

“You’re sure about this?” Hunter asked. “I could take her with me.”

“I doubt she’d go. Besides, you can’t fly with her. Go. Now. You’re free; go before I change my mind.”

Hunter fluttered over to Karas’s horse and landed on its head. “Touch my fur, cute little girl; go on, touch it.”

She reached her hand out and stroked his neck lightly, eyes sparkling with wonder.

“You see, real. It’s all real, everything the Horde can’t see and many Forest Dwellers don’t care to see. And it’s all part of the real order. Elyon’s order. That’s his water you have, and it’s a good idea. Keep Darsal alive for me until I get back with Johnis, will you?”

“Me? I will. I swear I will!”

Then Hunter leapt off the horse, spread his wings, zoomed low over the desert sand, and winged his way south.

Darsal and Karas sat on their horses, alone, facing the Shataiki, who were unfazed by this intrusion into their domain.

“Ready?”

“For what?” Karas asked.

Darsal cast her a silent look, then nudged her horse forward.

TWELVE

TWELVE

Billos awoke and found himself curled up in the corner with his cheek plastered on the hard, white floor and his saliva pooling.

He sat up, disoriented. Then he remembered where he was. Imprisoned in this white room with a useless contraption called DELL. No book, no food, no water. Abandoned by Elyon.

His desperation had grown slowly as he’d become more aware of just how confining his new environment really was. The mystery had been replaced by a predictability that offered nothing new, no matter what buttons he pushed or levers he pulled or surfaces he pried. The buggy, if indeed that’s what it was, lay dormant.

There was no way out, not without a horse to kick through the door. Maybe not even then. He’d slammed into the glass wall with his full weight and bounced back like a hollow walnut shell.