BooksBarbecue
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

“I’ll assume that was a rhetorical question.” Miranda whipped out two sets of shackles and tossed one to each of them. “If you think Johnis is out of the woods yet, you don’t know me well. We track every step he makes. Put the cuffs on, and I promise you’ll see him again. Refuse and I’ll be forced to kill you now. So sad.”

Silvie blinked. She had no doubt that Miranda could and would do precisely what she said.

“We don’t have all night. The helicopter is waiting.”

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FOUR

Silvie? Silvie! Silvie, for the sake of Elyon, answer me!” Johnis screamed the last, unable to stem the fear that raged through his mind.

He could hear the miserable witch in the background. Do you really want to fight, lover girl?

“Fight her, Silvie! Kill her!”

Miranda answered. “Good-bye, Johnis.”

Click.

He pulled the phone back and stared at it. Then yelled into it again. “Silvie? Silvie!”

The family of four stared at him. He slammed the phone on the counter and paced a quick circle, hands kneading his face, mumbling, “This can’t be, this can’t be, this can’t be . . .”

“Easy, man,” the farmer said. “You’re not making sense.”

The small one gained the courage to voice his curiosity. “Who’s Alucard?”

Johnis spun to the father. “Do you have a jet?”

“A jet? No.”

“I have to get to Romania, man. You have to help me get to Romania! There’s a castle up in the mountains, with a dungeon. Worms larger than a grown man, a Shataiki. Alucard. He has Silvie . . .”

They just looked at him, dumbfounded. A candidate for the fruit farm. How could they understand a word he was saying with their limited knowledge?

“Then how about Denver? You’ve heard of the Spartan?”

“The hotel? Denver’s a good two hundred miles—”

“And I need to get there. It is absolutely imperative that I get there before that witch leaves.”

Miranda was probably already gone, but there was a chance that Silvie and Karas had evaded capture. Or managed to hide the three books before Miranda could get her paws on them.

“You’re nuts.”

“Do you have a Chevy?”

“I have a Ford truck, but if you think—”

“I’ll buy it.” Johnis withdrew two coins and tossed them in one palm so they clinked loudly. “These are gold. I’m told gold is very rare here. You could buy two Chevys with this gold. I’ll buy your Ford, and you drive me to Denver.”

The man eyed the coins skeptically. “How do I know they’re real? You don’t drive?”

“I do. Most excellently. But that’s my offer. I buy, you drive.”