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the r evenge of seven

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

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The Lorien Legacies by Pittacus Lore

NOVELS

I Am Number Four

The Power of Six

The Rise of Nine

The Fall of Five

The Revenge of Seven

NOVELLAS

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 1: Six’s Legacy

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 2: Nine’s Legacy

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 3: The Fallen Legacies

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 4: The Search For Sam

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 5: The Last Days of Lorien

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 6: The Forgotten Ones

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 7: Five’s Legacy

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 8: Return To Paradise

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files 9: Five’s Betrayal

NOVELLA COLLECTIONS

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: The Legacies

(Contains novellas 1–3)

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: Secret Histories

(Contains novellas 4–6)

I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: Hidden Enemy

(Contains novellas 7–9)

The events in this book are real.

Names and places have been changed to protect

the Loric, who remain in hiding.

Other civilizations do exist.

Some of them seek to destroy you.

1

The nightmare is over. When I open my eyes, there’s nothing but darkness.

I’m in a bed, that much I can tell, and it’s not my own. The mattress is enormous, somehow

contoured perfectly to my body, and for a moment I wonder if my friends moved me to one of the

bigger beds in Nine’s penthouse. I stretch my legs and arms out as far as they’ll go and can’t find the edges. The sheet draped over me is more slippery than soft, almost like a piece of plastic, and it is

radiating heat. Not just heat, I realize, but also a steady vibration that soothes my sore muscles.

How long have I been asleep, and where the heck am I?

I try to remember what happened to me, but all I can think of is my last vision. It felt like I was in that nightmare for days.

I can still smell the burned-rubber stench of Washington, D. C. Smog clouds

lingered over the city, a reminder of the battle fought there. Or the battle that will be fought there, if my vision actually comes true.

The visions. Are they part of a new Legacy? None of the others have Legacies that leave them

traumatized in the morning. Are they prophecies? Threats sent by Setrákus Ra, like the dreams John

and Eight used to have? Are they warnings?

Whatever they are, I wish they’d stop happening.

I take a few deep breaths to clean the smell of Washington out of my nostrils, even though I know

it’s all in my head. What’s worse than the smell is that I can remember every little detail, right down to the horrified look on John’s face when he saw me on that stage with Setrákus Ra, condemning Six

to death. He was trapped in the vision, too, just like I was. I was powerless up there, stuck between

Setrákus Ra, self-appointed ruler of Earth, and …