Infamous: Chronicles of Nick
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The world has fallen in love with Nick Gautier and the Dark-Hunters.
Now Nick's saga continues in the next eagerly anticipated volume...
Go to school. Get good grades. Stay out of trouble. That's the mandate for most kids. But Nick Gautier isn't the average teenager. He's a boy with a destiny not even he fully understands. And his first mandate is to stay alive while everyone, even his own father, tries to kill him.
He's learned to annihilate zombies and raise the dead, divination and clairvoyance, so why is learning to drive and keep a girlfriend so dang hard? But that isn't the primary skill he has to master. Survival is.
And in order to survive, his next lesson makes all the others pale in comparison. He is on the brink of becoming either the greatest hero mankind has ever known.
Or he'll be the one who ends the world. With enemies new and old gathering forces, he will have to call on every part of himself to fight or he'll lose everyone he cares about.
Infamous is the third book in Sherrilyn Kenyon's Chronicles of Nick.
Even so, Nick would deny it if not for the fact that Caleb had a lot more life experience to draw from. You didn’t argue colors with Picasso. Car facts with Richard Petty. And you definitely didn’t question human behavior with Caleb. Standing down, Nick felt that strange sensation again. While Caleb had assured him this was human in origin, he wasn’t so sure. There was something else here. Something dark. Cold. Lethal. And it wasn’t Caleb. CHAPTER 3 Adarian froze as he felt a sensation
simply answering his cell phone. “Pumping gas?” Nick asked. “Yeah, I once blew up my uncle’s motorcycle by accident and set fire to my favorite pair of jeans. ’Course it’d been even more wrong had I done it intentionally. Anyway, I slid off the vinyl seat and touched the nozzle without grounding myself. The spark ignited the fumes and that was all she wrote. You’d be amazed how many people a year blow themselves up. Believe it or not, I’m not the only one … Not exactly sure how that makes me
occasionally collide with each other whenever our paths overlap. People formed social bonds to keep from feeling so isolated. But in the end, the only constant in any life was its own soul. And even that was transitory. Souls could be, and were far too often, bought and sold like used shoes in a consignment shop. And yet when two of those souls slammed into each other hard enough, they could form a single unit so strong that nothing and no one could tear it apart. Those unions were rare and
she hadn’t done it. You’d think she was lying about it, and she’d think you didn’t trust her.” Nick let out a low whistle. He could see where that would get ugly fast. “It’s kind of like an evil silkspeech.” Ash stiffened for a second. “How do you know what silkspeech is?” Nick let his Cajun accent out in all its glory. “I be hanging with me some Goths.” That placated him. “Silkspeech isn’t just the tool of demons and gods. While it’s potent in their hands, it’s deadliest when in the hands of
records. He was thinking the woman must have taken the long way to the copy machine, including a scenic route through Europe. He had way too much to do to be stuck here.… But at least Kyrian was coming to pick him up. After he’d been attacked, neither Kyrian nor his mom would let him near a door to the outside after dark. Impatient to leave, he stood up and started pacing the small walk area in the center of the waiting room. He wanted to rant over the secretary being part snail, but he knew