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Back The Lost Books
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

“Can you help us?” Silvie asked. “Or are you just going to stare at us?”

She felt Johnis’s elbow in her ribs.

“This look like the Excalibur?” the man asked evenly. “We got gas; we got junk food. Buy what you need and take a hike.”

Johnis glanced at Silvie. Evidently encouraged by the man’s nonsensical response, he stepped in and took on an air of supreme confidence.

“We would fit in at the Excalibur? How is that?”

“You’re gladiators, right? So buy what you need and go die somewhere else.”

“Our mission is beyond the talk of fools and commoners,” Johnis said. “Not that you look like a fool or commoner—far from it.”

“You deaf?” The man wasn’t interested in whatever Johnis was trying to serve up. Neither was Silvie.

Johnis snatched up a rectangular package marked Snickers, ripped it open, and stared at the brown square exposed. He sniffed what looked to be a food bar. “We’re quite hungry,” he said, then shoved the food into his mouth and bit deeply.

The bald man didn’t budge.

Johnis smacked his lips and took another bite. “Oh! That’s simply . . . Oh, dear Elyon, this is fantastic!” And by all that Silvie could see, Johnis was truly enraptured with the brown food in his fist. “Try it!” He shoved the bar to her.

Back to the attendant: “You wouldn’t happen to know about the Books of History, would you?”

Judging by the man’s stone face, he was either a complete imbecile or he was so unprepared for Johnis’s arrogance that he had lost track of his thoughts. He was the kind who thought with his fists.

“Johnis, I really think—”

“I thought not. If you hear anyone mention the Books of History, tell them Johnis and Silvie are alive and well and wish to meet with them. In the meantime, we need a buggy. Can you help us?”

Beat.

“What about the red one on the far side of the feeding station? It looked unused to me.”

“The Chevy? It’s a car, not a buggy.” The man’s lips twitched into a barely discernible grin. “You have no idea how close you are to a slap upside the head. And I doubt the boss would have a problem with me taking care of a couple of fruits trying to steal his little cherry while he’s in LA.”

“Perfect! We’ll take the cherry Chevy. Have you had a go in it?”

“Look—”

“No, you look, you thick-headed fool! I’m going to throw you a bone here, but you have to go with me. We may look like fruits to you, but there’s far more meat between these ears than you are used to. If you play with us, you could walk out of these stables a rich fellow. That doesn’t interest you?”