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  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

“We did not come here to cause any trouble but to save humanity before the Dark One enslaves us all. You must set him free. I beg you!”

Johnis slammed his fist on the table. “Free us!”

“Settle down, boy. If I free you now, it’ll be right into the custody of the fruit farm. You want that?”

“As long as I’m with her”—he stood and shoved his finger at the box—“you may put me wherever you wish.”

“Then talk her in. Tell her this is all a mistake. We can sort out the ‘Books of History’ business later.”

Silvie was pulling her hostage backward now, her knife pressed tight against her skin. Mira Silver looked like she’d swallowed a lemon, but she wasn’t a hysterical mess like others around her. The picture jerked to show the audience who’d come to watch The Crying Shame perform.

They both walked off stage, disappeared behind the curtain.

Johnis stared after Silvie, wishing her to reappear. The announcer came back on, explaining what she’d already said. Cramsey silenced the box.

“If I can see her on this box, can she see me?” Johnis demanded.

“I don’t know what you two are up to, but you’ve just bought yourself more trouble than you can imagine.”

“I have to talk to her! Can she see me?”

The door opened and another officer walked in. He glanced up at the muted Net. “You see that?”

“Yes, sir. I did.”

“She has Mira Silver held up in her dressing room. The mayor wants the casino evacuated. This thing’s playing on every channel on the Web.” The man glanced at Johnis. “Get anywhere with him?”

“They’re partners, sir. He wants to talk to her.”

The superior frowned. “Mira Silver, of all people. She might as well have taken the president hostage. This doesn’t look good, Jake. The news is reporting that this one made a fool of our boys on the south side.”

“Then you must let me talk to her now,” Johnis said. “Before she makes fools of even more of your men.”

“She ain’t making fools of my men. Because when she comes out, we’re going to put her down.”

TEN

TEN

Silvie paced before the mirror, absently twirling both bone-handled knives by her side. The soft whirring sound was a faint reminder of her place in another world where she was Silvie of Southern, chosen from one thousand young fighters to lead. A hero, skilled with knives and, above all, Forest Guard in the service of Thomas of Hunter.

Yet here . . .

Here she was a fugitive who’d taken a singer hostage in desperation, lost from Johnis, whom she loved. Here she was a mouse among elephants, a spider in the lake, an emotional wreck with a captive who was far more at ease than she.

“You know you’re toast down here,” Mira said.