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He\u2019d be a huge asset to their safety. Treva shut her eyes briefly, then gnawed on her lip. She coded her access and laid her palm to the door panel. Selah would later remember this as the three of them waited, primed and ready to sprint down the hall. They tensed for the shrill alert of the warning horn. The lock hummed and the door swooshed open.<\/p>\n

Cleon let out a huge breath and rested his head against the door frame, motioning them in. \u201cWe\u2019ve got the grease.\u201d Selah smiled, even as nervous as she was. It had been quite awhile since she\u2019d heard him make mechanical references like he and their brother Raza used to. Treva marched through the quarters with Selah following. Cleon remained near the door as security. Selah marveled at how neat and orderly the quarters were.<\/p>\n

It did lend credence to Treva\u2019s assertion she\u2019d always had compulsive, orderly behavior. Selah noticed a row of long-dead potted plants. Each were in the same size pot on the same size saucer, and they were the same distance from each other and from the edge of the sun shelf. Selah fought the urge to move a couple just to see if Treva would notice.<\/p>\n

She strolled into Treva\u2019s bedroom. That was why Cleon wouldn\u2019t come back here. He knew it was her bedroom. His gentlemanly qualities were sometimes a pleasant surprise. Treva had swung open a bookcase unit to expose a doorway and a hidden room. Selah stepped into the long room. \u201cOkay, how is something like this hidden in the Mountain?\u201d<\/p>\n

Treva gathered up data glasses and a few halo-tablets, stuffing them into a pouch slung over her back. \u201cWhen I walked in here just now, it became clear to me I\u2019ve had the clues all my life, but they were just normal circumstances to me. How many other kids have a secret room in their bedroom?<\/p>\n

I bet none.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ebook edition created 2015 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means\u2014for example, electronic, photocopy, recording\u2014without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.<\/p>\n

ISBN 978-1-4412-2052-3 This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. OceanofPDF.com Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Page Epilogue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 Excerpt from Book 3 in the Stone Braide Chronicles About the Author Books by Bonnie S.<\/p>\n

Calhoun Back Ads Back Cover OceanofPDF.com There is nothing new under the sun, and the more things change, the more they stay the same. Hindsight is twenty-twenty. OceanofPDF.com 1 Day 1 A clipped sound echoed along the cavernous street as Selah Rishon raised her foot onto a stone bench. She jerked her head up to glance around the abandoned streetscape.<\/p>\n

A groan bounced from the building facades. Eyeing the landscape cautiously, she secured her dark mop of unruly curls that sorely needed a visit from Mother\u2019s shears and finished tightening her exercise shoe. She stretched her calf muscle. Time to get this done before the sunrise and hot temperatures took over. She switched feet, tightened her other shoe, and stretched again as she squinted into the soft rays of the morning sun trying to climb over the horizon.<\/p>\n

Dramatic shadows sliced across the ancient brick buildings, creating elongated, one-dimensional fright-men. She shuddered and pushed off on a slow jog down the broken, weed-congested street. A shadow slid to the edge of the surrounding darkness in a doorway two building cavities away on her side of the street. Selah stopped. Her chest constricted as her heart rate ticked up, pushing starbursts into her vision.<\/p>\n

She squinted at the different shades of black, attempting to distinguish a face among the sprinkled flashes. She deciphered the outline of a short club protruding from an overly thick hand, probably gloved. Her mouth went dry. She sniffed at the air. She could almost distinguish his smell. Sweat and vegetation mixed with musk and dirt. A male. The black-clad figure separated from the darkness and lunged onto the uneven sidewalk.<\/p>\n

She inhaled to draw in calm and studied the shape and posture of the figure. A little taller than her five foot six. Broad at the shoulders, rectangular stance between legs and hips. Yes, it had to be a man. Her heart pounded a staccato rhythm against her rib cage, drowning out her thoughts. Control your breathing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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