The Chosen (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #15)

by J.R. Ward

A scorch pattern surrounded the thing,

Had its arrival on this plane of existence been announced with that loud slamming sound?

Then, acting on an impulse that suddenly seemed as strong as that of survival itself, he closed the front cover and picked up the tome.

Throe held the book to his chest and bolted for the exit, running as if his life depended upon it.

V’s blooded sister, Payne, had killed their true father, the Bloodletter. Killed the lie, too.

“No, others outside of the Chosen have to be granted access. I’m not sure how it works, but it has always been thus. Only my sisters and the Primale are permitted to come and go as we please.”

This is something to keep in mind. And.... Does anyone remember what happened to the old Directrix? Did she die or just cast out?

Around its neck? A handwritten sign that read: THE BOSS WAS HERE.

lmbo

Closing her eyes, she tried to remember the last time she had gone up to the Sanctuary. Oh, indeed. It had been a month ago…when she had found out who Xcor’s father was.

and across the way, sixteen coffins were stacked one upon the next, as if they were nothing but moving boxes from U-Haul.

I've always wondered about these,

A strange sense that she was being watched made her twist around.

think. Yes, The Book was communicating to him without words,

The Book flurried its pages, like a dog well miffed. Throe smiled back at it. “Don’t be so touchy. I have my faith, and my faith has me.”

1st time he says this. And who or what is this 'The Book'?

No, it couldn’t be… Lassiter, the Fallen Angel,

“Yup, me. The Scribe Virgin picked me, me, me.”

“Yeah, I’m not a virgin and I hate writing. So you’re going to have to use different verbiage. I was thinking of going with Grand Exalted Pooh-Bah,

“I.e., how much I can get away with. Hey! Did you know I can make snow?”

“I know, right? Thank God for ADHD!”

Funny! Love it!!

It was weird, though, to miss someone you didn’t know, someone who was a complete stranger.

With freedom came the obligation of self-discovery, she supposed.

Time to find out who you are Layla

Oh, and Jane was down in the clinic. Which was fine.

Not fine

Throe watched it for a while, and saw in its sinewy dance the movements of an erotic female. A voice entered his head, from where he knew not: I am waiting for you, my love.

Soooo Creeeepy!

Yes, she thought. The one who had always felt a little lost had found her footing and her voice.

About time. Been a long time coming!

He laughed in a hard burst. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this is all over someone like him. Who the hell is that piece of shit anyway—” “He’s your fucking brother,” she snapped. “That’s who he is.”

“I can’t control the whole world.” “No, but you can control yourself. It’s a lesson I’m just learning.”

Dearest Virgin—um, Oversexed Lassiter—

Roflmbo

And for the first time in her life, she respected what she saw.

“I’m not that bad.” “Compared to a chainsaw, that’s probably true.

Lmbo True that!

If his shadow friend could kill like that? It was a good guess it could work a fucking vacuum.

Omg! Really Throe, you are truly insane

then his phone went off. When he saw who was calling him, he felt the blood rush out of his head.

Oh crap

and the guy was smiling like he’d won a Nathan’s Famous contest.

I wonder which Bastard that was

“I can’t do this…I can’t do this job…it’s not me…”

“They are my family,” the fallen angel choked out as he covered his face with his hands. “They are my family…”

V thought for a moment she would notice that he was walking away and come after him. But she didn’t. And again, he thought as he limped to the office and headed for the tunnel alone, he was not surprised.