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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

“Come on,” Johnis said, running back up the hill. He slid to the ground over the top of the hill and spun back on his elbows, giving him a full view of the Texon station below.

“Now what?” Silvie demanded, dropping in beside him.

“Did you feel that skin, Silvie? The smell of the leather, the smooth lines of that body—”

“It’s a mechanical beast, not a woman!” she whispered.

“I have to have this Chevy!”

“There are hundreds—”

“No. I have to have the cherry Chevy.” Johnis tried to explain, stumbling over his own words. “It’s a dangerous thing, this driving . . . This is the only car I’ve touched . . . I know where the levers are . . . It’s calling me, Silvie.” Then in a stern voice, “We have priorities. We have to get to the Books of History, for the love of Elyon! We’re wasting time here!”

He jumped to his feet.

“Where are you going?”

“Wait for me by the Chevy. I’ll meet you there.”

“No, Johnis, not without me. You can’t leave me!”

“I have to get the keys! Meet me by the Chevy!”

“He has a shotgun . . .”

Johnis plunged over the slope. “What’s a shotgun? I need that Chevy!”

And then he was racing down the sandy hill.

THREE

THREE

No change?”

“You speak as though I should know more than you. I expected more considering your power.”

“The moment you stop watching the girl is the moment you become useless to me. Is this difficult to understand?”

“Forgive me,” she said. “Meeting here, below the earth, among the dead in Romania, affects my judgment. No change.”

He held her in a steady glare.

“And the others?” she asked.

“They’ll show up eventually. When they do, I have a feeling the whole world will know about it.”

“How so?”

“They’re not the quiet type.”

“Foolish.”

“No, chosen,” he said. “Which makes them as dangerous as they are loud.”

“Then we’ll just have to shut them up, won’t we?”

FOUR

FOUR

Silvie crouched beside the Chevy, peering through both windows at the gas station’s front entrance. The doors to the car were locked, but even if she’d found them open, she wouldn’t have dared to enter the small space alone. Johnis might have found a new love in this Chevy, but to her it was still a pile of leather and metal and strange smells, finely crafted or not.

“Come on, Johnis,” she muttered. Her nerves had her fidgeting like a young girl. He’d been gone too long! “Come on, come on! I knew it! He’s in trouble.”

She had to do something. Silvie stood and was about to run for the glass door when it slammed wide and spit Johnis out in a full sprint.

A horrendous boom shook the air, and the glass door shattered.