Lost P.C. Cast, (House of Night Other World #2) ~ Page 1

Read Online Books/Novels:Lost (House of Night Other World #2)Author/Writer of Book/Novel:P.C. CastKristin CastLanguage:EnglishISBN/ ASIN:B073L7YWDPBook Information:

Things have settled down at the Tulsa House of Night since Zoey and the gang closed the tear between worlds and sent Other Kevin back to the Other World. Neferet hasn’t stirred. Damien and Jack are falling in love all over again. Stevie Rae and Rephaim are back in Tulsa where they belong. The Depot Restaurant is being rebuilt with the enthusiastic involvement of local humans. A new school year has begun, and Zoey’s exchange student program with public schools is really taking off. All is well.

But if all is well, why is Zoey increasingly withdrawn and moody"

Sadly, Stark is sure he knows the answer to that question. Zoey can’t stop thinking about following her brother to the Other World, and Stark isn’t deluding himself about why. Of course she wants to be sure her brother is okay. Of course she wants to help defeat Neferet in yet another world and be sure the balance between Light and Darkness is restored. But the real reason Z is so drawn to that other House of Night world is because Heath Luck, her childhood sweetheart, is alive in that world-alive and mourning her death.

In Lost, we follow Zoey, Stevie Rae, and Rephaim to an alternative version of the House of Night where dangers take the form of friends, and allies are found in the strangest places. Will Z return to our world and leave Heath to his" And if she does, will Stark forgive her for leaving" Find out in the second part of this exciting new House of Night Other World adventure!Books in Series:House of Night Other World Series by P.C. CastBooks by Author:P.C. Cast BooksKristin Cast Books

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Other Kevin

The instant Kevin passed between worlds, he felt it: that awful, panicked sense of being lost. The strangeness that was the effect of Zoey"s spell"the one which had pulled him from and then returned him to his own world"was overwhelming. The feeling of being hopelessly lost was so strong, so urgent, that it took him back to a spring day when he was seven years old and he"d gone shopping with his mom at the Seventy-First Street Super Target in Tulsa. He"d wandered away while his mom and his sisters had been looking at girl clothes. The next thing he knew, he was sitting in the middle of the home appliances department sobbing uncontrollably.

This was the same awful feeling, only now there would be no friendly employee to comfort him while waiting for his mom to respond to the lost-child page. Yeah, he was a fully Changed vampyre"a lieutenant in the Red Army"but there definitely were times he wished someone would save him.

"Not possible, Kev. Get it together," he muttered to himself.

With a great whoosh, like an exhalation of breath, the bizarre hole between worlds disappeared, leaving only a rowan tree, out of place with its greenery, in the space where the tear in the fabric between worlds had been. As his lifeline to his sister Zoey"and her world, which had felt more like home than his own"closed, Kevin wished more than anything else that he could devolve to his seven-year-old self, sit down, and cry for his mommy to save him.

But he wasn"t a child anymore, and his mother had stopped being a mommy years ago, so Kevin did what he"d told himself to do"he got himself together. He reassuringly touched the pouch that hung from the leather cord around his neck and took comfort that it had made the trip with him. He checked the inside pocket of his jacket to be sure the copy of Neferet"s journal was still there, and then he studied his surroundings.

It was dark, just as it had been when he"d left Zo"s world, and cold"though here there wasn"t any snow covering the winter-brown grass. He looked to his right. There was no stone wall enclosing High Priestess Neferet"s tomb. There was only a rocky grotto and a small, half-frozen pond.

Because in this world Neferet is free and in charge. Just the thought had his stress level spiking.

Kevin cracked his knuckles as he lifted his gaze and followed the ridge overlooking the grotto. Sure enough, ancient oaks formed a backdrop to huge clumps of sleeping azaleas.

"This is definitely Woodward Park, but not the one I just left." Kevin sighed. Okay, one thing at a time"that"s all I can do"but I have to actually do something, and not just stand here cracking my knuckles and feeling miserable.

Kevin did have a plan, but it was one that made his stomach clench with nerves. He needed to see someone, and he wasn"t sure how well it would go over. People were the same yet disturbingly different here, and he hadn"t seen her in over a year.

What if she wouldn"t see him at all" Or worse, what if she saw him, but rejected him"refused to see he was different than the others and wouldn"t invite him in" Then what the heck will I do" And how will I bear it if she turns her back on me"

"I have to take the chance. If I want to try to make things right I don"t have much choice. I need allies, and she"s the best one I can think of," Kevin told himself as he made his way across the brittle brown grass to the sidewalk that edged Twenty-First Street and bordered the park. Walking quickly, he turned right, heading up the little rise in the street for the soft glow ahead that was Utica Square.

It was a short walk to the upscale stores and restaurants that made up the square, though Kev found himself wishing it would take him longer. Utica"s big old four-faced clock, which stood proudly in front of the Russell Stover Candies store, said that it was past midnight, but the square was humming with activity. Since Neferet had taken control of Tulsa and most of the Midwest, human business hours had changed drastically to reflect the fact that vampyres, not humans, were in charge. Utica Square"s stores, as well as any store or restaurant in Tulsa and the surrounding area that vampyres might want to patronize, opened at dusk and closed at sunrise.

There were, of course, a few stores that opened for humans during the day"mostly groceries, gas stations, and other necessities. But compared to vampyre-patronized businesses, they were shabby remnants of a dying past.

This cold Christmas Eve, Utica Square was dressed with lights"not in celebration of Christmas, but rather because Neferet liked everything to look bright and shiny and beautiful on the surface, no matter what went on just under the pretty veneer.

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