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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

To think that all along their search for the books was designed to take him through the books to this magical place where you could snap your fingers and have them filled with steel.

Billos tried it again and was immediately rewarded with a gun. He twirled it in his hand, relishing the very feel of this amazing weapon that could scare people with its bang and destroy objects some distance away with its suhupow. And to stow it you simply . . .

Billos threw the gun at the earth and watched it vanish. Amazing.

“Find me the books, and the world is yours,” Black said, winking. He was both frightening and intoxicating at once. “Try snapping the fingers of your other hand.”

Billos did. This time a rose appeared.

“To seduce the women, my friend.”

He smelled the rose, felt it tickle his nose, then threw it into oblivion. “Ha! Is there any limit to this suhupow?”

“Not if you make it to the top. Follow me; I’ll show the way.”

They passed through a forested region and came out on a cliff overlooking a village. The structures were unlike any he’d ever seen. They were more square and smoother, and the roads between them were black, perfectly straight.

“Welcome to Paradise,” Black said. His face twitched. “The little town that could. But that’ll all change. This is where I leave.”

“Leave? I don’t know this place.”

“Didn’t stop me; shouldn’t stop you. Like I said, you have to find the books on your own, then bring them to me.”

“Down there?”

“Maybe they’re there, maybe not. But down there is where you start. Practice. This little hole is full of conspirators who’ll have you fooled the moment they open their mouths, if you let them. Think of Paradise as your final test. Comprende?”

“Comprende.” Whatever that meant.

“Watch out for impostors. Shape-shifters. Brats who pretend to be your best friends. Conspirators, the bunch of them.”

Billos walked to the edge of the cliff and studied the tiny forms of villagers walking down the main street. “Conspirators.”

“Bring me the books. I need four, but I’ll take three for now. See you on the dark side, baby.”

“All of them are evil?” Billos asked, turning back.

But Marsuvees Black was gone. Vanished.

For a moment Billos felt alone. But just for a moment. Because then he snapped his fingers, watched a steel gun materialize in his hand, and he felt very much at peace.

He stowed the gun with a flip of his wrist, cracked his neck, faced the village below, and headed down to Paradise.

DUST BLEW OVER THE STREET THAT RAN DOWN THE MIDDLE of Paradise. Billos stopped at a sign that read, WELCOME TO PARADISE, POPULATION 545, and stared ahead in wonder. Words could hardly describe what he saw. Suhupow, everywhere suhupow!