Unchosen by Michele Vail Read Free Book Online

important that you become proficient enough in your training to use it to get yourself out of messes. Unfortunately, we don’t always have the wisdom to overcome certain situations. At least, I don’t. That’s the bummer of being young. Someone once told me that only experience can give you wisdom. BTW, when saving the world is the burden on your shoulders, it’s difficult to find comfort in platitudes.
                  However, sometimes you have a friend out there that you don’t even know about. Keep on the lookout for people who want to help you. You may have thought them enemies. Or you may not really know who they are at all—not until they reveal themselves.
                  The same can be true of friends. I mean, people you think are on your side can turn out to be real douchebags.
                  It goes back to that wisdom thing and those oh-so-wonderful learning experiences that create maturity and understanding.
                  Don’t give your trust to just anyone. Let them earn it.
                 

 
     
     
     
    “Necromancy powers are usually limited to the parameters of the particular heka . However, necros often find ways to circumvent these boundaries, and to use their magic for purposes other than what Anubis intended.”
     
    ~ Secret History of Reapers, Author Unknown
     
     
     
    “Continuing scientific studies seem to confirm that music soothes the savage zombie, or any zombie for that matter. Research has shown that the most effective use of music on the zombie brain is playing death metal at ear-busting levels. I highly recommend ‘Scattered Remains, Splattered Brains’ by Cannibal Corpse.”
     
    ~Wendy Bocock, Ph.D in Zombie Music Theories
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
    SET’S CAGE EXPLODED.
    Violet fire swept through the cave, and the triumphant cries of Set mixed with those of agonizing screa ms.
    “Get down!” yelled Rath. He shoved me to the ground and covered me.
    All the breath left my body at once, and I squeezed my eyes shut. The weight of Rath on top of me was both comforting and terrifying. The ground beneath us shook. Rocks crumbled from the walls, pelting us with shards.
    The stench of sulfur and death rolled over us, so thick and cloying, I choked.
    “Hang on, brown eyes,” said Rath.
    It seemed like forever, but finally the awful shrieks and the terrible rumblings stopped. It took another long moment for Rath to roll off me. He crouched in our hiding spot as I got to my hands and feet and crawled next to him. We both clung to the large rock in front of us, and I gasped. The cage that had imprisoned Set was dust.
    S o were the cowled minions who had freed their evil god.
    “Where did he go?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I wanted it not to be true.
    Rath put his arm around my shoulder. “We were too late. He’s going to the mortal world. The war is beginning.”
     
    THE LOW MURMUR of voices infiltrated my consciousness seconds before I found the ability to open my eyes.
    The first face I saw was that of Mac Jacobs.
    “Get away from me! ” I tried to scramble back, but the surface beneath me was slick and cold. I couldn’t get any traction.
    “Molly, you’re all right,” said a familiar voice. Miss Chiles edged Mac Jacobs back, and then she put her hand on my arm. “Relax. You’re in the temple, on the dais.”
    I felt like a human sacrifice lying on the big marble slab, especially when the other Chosen filled up the spaces around it, staring at me and holding whispered conversations.
    I pointed at Mr. Jacobs. “He tried to hurt me. I saw him!”
    “I did no such thing.” Mr. Jacobs actually had the gall to look shocked at my accusation. “I found you crumpled at the bo ttom of the stairs. You fell. ”
    Yeah, right. I wasn’t sure about how to respond. After all, he was an adult and I was a kid. Adults always thought they knew better—even when they didn’t. Whoa. I felt shaky