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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

He said it without even looking at her, perhaps hardly hearing himself, but the words pulled Silvie into a different world. One in which she would be the first into battle, screaming to avenge her mother’s death, urging Johnis to swing his sword.

In this world she was evidently more cautious. She wasn’t sure she liked that.

Johnis watched a red buggy approach from their right, then fly past. “It’s five, six, maybe seven times faster than a horse at a full gallop. Who in their right mind would walk?”

“We’ll kill ourselves.”

“It’s their land. We do things their way, as we agreed,” Johnis said. “If the Horde . . .”

One of the Horde suddenly appeared from a car and walked to a large green garbage receptacle. For the first time, Silvie saw one of history’s inhabitants closely enough to make out some detail.

Long golden hair. Blue trousers that hugged the young woman’s body. A pink shirt. White moccasins. But it was the woman’s face and arms that made Silvie blink as she watched.

There was no trace of disease on her skin, which meant that this particular inhabitant from the Histories was not Horde.

“She’s not diseased,” Johnis whispered.

They watched her dispose of her garbage and climb into a brown buggy, then speed from the feeding station. Toward the city.

“It’s not a Horde city!” Johnis said, pushing himself up in such a way that anyone below would have clearly seen him above the rise, had they been looking.

Silvie grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down. “That means nothing. They could be the precursors to the Horde, just as evil. Or a different kind of Horde. For all we know, they carry their disease under their skin.”

“True. But having the same skin makes blending with them all that much easier. We have to get our hands on a buggy!”

“Our battle dress doesn’t blend.”

“Then we change!” Johnis faced her, eyes bright. “You could wait here and cover my back. If I’m not successful, we’ll try another approach.”

“What is your approach?”

He remained silent for a few beats, then jumped to his feet. “Cover my back.”

TWO

TWO

Silvie raced along at Johnis’s elbow, down the slope and directly toward the feeding station, aware with each step that her nerves were raw beyond reason. She felt more fear than she’d felt facing Teeleh himself.

Still Johnis strode on, as if he’d been here a dozen times.

“You’re good, Johnis?” she whispered.

He didn’t turn or answer. If it was the air that was affecting them, they would both feel it. So much for simple explanations.

“Johnis? Are you sure this is the best solution?”

He turned and she saw that his face was pale, not by the waning light, but for lack of blood. “I’m good,” he said, but his voice trembled.