Infamous (Chronicles of Nick Series #3)by Sherrilyn Kenyon
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
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.
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Chronicles of Nick
By Sherrilyn Kenyon
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2012 Sherrilyn Kenyon
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If banging your head against a brick wall burned a hundred and fifty calories an hour as they said it did, then Nick should be emaciated. 'Cause he'd been banging it so hard these last two days that he should have a concussion by now.
"Mom, please ..."
"I said no and I meant it. You're too young to date."
Fifteen? Really? Since when was fifteen too young to date? If he didn't know better, he'd swear she was from the Dark Ages. Heck, for that matter, Kyrian was more open-minded and he really was from the Stone Age, or Iron Age, or one of those boring ages that they tried to force feed him in school.
That man had actually dated in a chariot. ...
Nick had to stop himself from rolling his eyes—that was like throwing gas on a roaring fire while wearing kerosene soaked clothing when his mom was in this mood.
I'm old enough to death match demons and zombies, stop the apocalypse, deal with Death on a daily basis, and hold down two jobs, but I can't meet my girl for a movie. ...
Yeah, that made all the sense in the world.
He sighed irritably. "I'm a year older than you were when you had me."
She narrowed those beady little blue eyes at him and lifted her chin to glare up at him. He still wasn't used to looking down at his mom, who barely reached mid-chest on him these days.
The fact that someone so incredibly tiny could cow him with nothing more than an arched brow didn't sit well with him. But regardless of arguments and differences of opinion, he loved his mother and wouldn't do anything to hurt her or her feelings.
Which was how she cowed him with a single glance. ...
I'm such a wimp.
"Precisely my point, Nicky. You see what kind of trouble you could get into? Are you ready to be a father at fifteen? No, I don't think you are. You can't even remember to take out the trash without me reminding you three times a day. Which, for your information, is the amount of times a day a child demands food."
It wasn't that he needed reminding so much as the fact that he hated doing it and kept hoping she'd forget about it.
Better not mention that. It'd get him into more trouble. So he went in to attack her first argument. "Technically, if I got a girl pregnant right now, I'd be sixteen when the baby was born."
Pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail, she glared at him. "Not funny, Nick. How dare you make a joke about this. I am not amused."
"Well, personally, I think you've done a great job with me, Ma. And that was with no help whatsoever. I don't know why you're complaining."
She put her hands on her hips and glared furiously. "And you're trying to distract me with flattery. It won't work. You can't date until you drive, and that's that."
There was another sore topic for him. "I keep begging you to teach me."
"Not in my brand spanking new car. It's the only new car I've ever owned and it's the only one we have. If you wreck it, we won't have a way to evacuate during hurricane season."
Nick growled low in his throat. He had more than enough money in savings to buy a car, but because of his age, he couldn't sign for one, and his mother refused. That money's for college, not a car you don't need. There ain't no place you need to go that your feet or a streetcar can't carry you to.
Ugh! His mother frustrated him on so many levels.
He gave her a sullen pout. "So basically, I'll never learn to drive, and therefore will never date."
She smiled proudly before she turned around to get her shoes from her bedroom. "Now you got the picture, Boo."
He mocked her words. Until she snapped around to face him as if she knew what he was doing.
Nick gave her his most charming grin. "C'mon, Ma. Everyone else in my class is dating. Even Madaug."
"Everyone jumped off the Pontchartrain would you join them?" he asked in falsetto before she had a chance.
Yeah, that got him another hostile glare. "Don't mock me, boy."
She jerked her shoes on. "No, you're not. But if you do that again, you will be." She straightened. "Now, I'm off to work. I'll be home around midnight. Are you going to the Halloween haunted house your school's sponsoring?"
Nick snorted. "Oh yeah, Mom. Just what I want to do. Wet my pants in front of my classmates and scream like a girl. It's another attempt of yours to make sure I never have a date as long as I live, isn't it?"
He could tell by the way her lips twitched that she didn't want to be amused. In the end, she lost the fight and laughed. "You're terrible." Kissing his cheek, she ruffled his hair. "Be a good boy and I'll see you in a little bit."
She opened the door, then shrieked.
Nick braced himself, ready to fight whatever was out there.
Until his mother stepped back, laughing. "Goodness, Mr. Grim, you scared at least ten years off my life. Nick didn't tell me his tutor was coming over tonight." She cast a chiding look at Nick who was as surprised by Grim's appearance as she was. But since they were dealing with Death, he didn't respond. As always, Death came unexpectedly. ... whenever he wanted. "Next time, Boo, warn me about potential company." Smiling, she stepped past Grim. "You two have a good night. Sorry I have to rush off, but I'm late for work."
Grim shut the door behind her. To Nick, he looked like any other young man in his late teens, early twenties, with tousled dark blond hair and gray eyes, dressed in a black hoodie that had a skull and crossbones on the back. But the Grim Reaper could project to others any form he wanted them to see and so Nick's mother interpreted him as someone in his early thirties. Someone who was respectable.
She would literally die to know she'd just let the Grim Reaper into her house.
Laughing, Grim turned to face Nick. "Your mother is so oblivious it kills me. I just love that about her. Most people, even though they can't see my real form, have some reservations in my presence. But not your mom. She honestly believes me to be human. Priceless."
"Yeah." And that was one of the things that concerned him most about her. She lacked any kind of ability to sense the preternatural. "She still thinks Kyrian's a drug dealer. You wouldn't believe how much grief she gives me about working for him."
Death curled his lip. "Don't mention your boss to me. People who cheat Death piss me off. I hate that whole thing Artemis does with bringing the dead back. Really, there shouldn't be a loophole."
Nick clamped down on mentioning the fact that one day, he'd be another one who would cheat Grim. That day should prove interesting, given their relationship. "How does Artemis do that, anyway?"
Grim scoffed. "Like I'm dumb enough to tell a Malachai? Do I have 'stupid' tattooed on my forehead?"
Knowing better than to answer that sarcastic jab—only a fool lipped off to Death, Nick scratched at the back of his neck.
Grim, who was extremely OCD and couldn't stand foreign germs, tucked his hands into his pockets and closed the distance between them. "So how's my least favorite pupil?"
"Not dead yet."
"Unfortunately, I know." Grim released a heavy sigh. "Pity that. I keep waiting for something to get ahold of you and not let go, but no such luck. ... Yet."
"Love you, too, Grim. I so look forward to our get-togethers."
"I'm sure you covet them as much as I do."
Yeah, it ranked up there with root canals and losing limbs. Without commenting, Nick went to get his box of "toys" for their lesson, but Grim stopped him.
"We're taking a break from the divination for a while. I think you've mastered most of it."
Nick would argue that since the last time he'd tried to use his pendulum, it'd swung up at him and almost put out his eye. The bridge of his nose was still tender from it and that'd been a week ago.
As for the rest, it came and went with no rhyme or reason. But he was always up for learning something new. "What are we doing, then?"
Nick arched his eyebrow at a term he didn't understand. "I'm going to learn to talk to fabric. Wow. Awesome power there, Grim. Just what I always wanted to do. Can't wait to get started. Point me to a comforter."
Grim let out an aggravated growl at Nick's sarcasm. "It pains me so that I can't kill you."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? Not everyone gets to rankle Death and live. I relish my role in your world."
Grim mumbled something under his breath that sounded vaguely like a threat. "Silkspeech is the power of influence and control."
Finally, a power worth having. "Influence?"
"The ability to sway other people to believe what you want them to believe or to do what you want them to."
"Like mind control?"
"Yes and no. Mind control won't work on those who are really hardheaded. You know. ... Creatures like you."
Well, if it only worked some of the time—"Then what good is it?"
"Fine." Grim headed for the door. "If you don't want to learn it."
"Wait, wait, wait. I didn't say that. I want to influence others." Especially if it could change his mom's attitude about dating, driving, chores ...
Yeah, it had a lot of possibilities. With luck, he might not ever have to take out trash again!
Grim turned around slowly. "Word to the wise, short stack, when you do use this power, you have to be careful. Like all the others, it can sometimes come with a devastating side effect."
"It could cause someone to kill themself. Alter their fate. Impact you in ways you won't know about until it's too late."
Oh goodie. Another power he couldn't count on. Just what he wanted.
At this rate, he wasn't sure why he was being trained. It was like giving nuts to a squirrel who had no teeth.
Nick let out a heavy sigh. "All these powers and the only one that actually works is the ability to call for help—and that one only so long as Caleb isn't in the shower or with a woman. Why can't one ... just one power work the way it's supposed to?"
Grim's expression was wicked and cold. "Technically, they do. The problem is every human is different and they react to stimuli in ways unique to them. That's what you can't count on and it's what makes your powers appear to misfire. Before you use them, you have to take time to know your target."
Nick frowned. "I don't understand."
"Yes, you do. It's instinctive in you, and it's why you gravitate toward some people and run from others." Grim picked up one of the porcelain dolls Nick's mom collected and studied it as he talked. "Let's take the term 'redneck.' Some people think of it as a badge of honor. Others as the ultimate insult." He returned the doll to its shelf. "Originally, the word had an entirely different association and meaning. Back in the day, rednecks were union coal men from Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and eastern Kentucky—a far cry from the Deep South where most people mistakenly believe all rednecks live. They were from all races and creeds, and proudly wore a red bandana around their neck as a way of identifying themselves to others, and as a mark of solidarity of the working man standing up against the big corporations who exploited them. In short, they were folk heroes and admired."
Nick widened his eyes. When Grim and Kyrian talked about history, it was interesting. When his teacher did it, it put him to sleep. "Really?"
Grim nodded. "It took decades before it was twisted into a derogatory term. Happens a lot with language. The word 'war' once meant to be cautious, as in 'warning.' 'Precocious' originally meant 'stupid.' But I digress. The point is, Slim, people have triggers. Words or images that cause a surge of negative emotion to run rampant through them. If I were to call your friend Bubba a redneck, he'd laugh and agree. If I were to call your friend Mark that, he'd be extremely offended and probably, to his detriment, try to punch me. Whenever you attempt silkspeech, you have to understand how it might adversely affect your target. If you accidentally hit on that person's trigger, then you could end up with a violent response instead of a positive one. Or vice versa."
Nick nodded as he followed Grim's teaching. It was something he'd been doing for years, especially with jerks and bullies like Stone at school. "So what you're saying is I have to learn what buttons to push."
"That's basic psychology, Grim. How's that supposed to be a power?"
His eyes flashed red, then black. "You'll be able to do it without saying a word to them. One thought from you and you'll be able to push those buttons."
Oh, now that was cool. "So I'll be like Obi Wan Kenobi with my Jedi mind tricks." He held his hands up and fanned them around like he was conjuring the Force. "'These are not the droids you're looking for.'"
Grim let out a long breath in frustration before he glanced up at the ceiling. "It's like trying to train an ADD cat in a mouse factory."
"Hey, now. I'm focused." Especially compared to how he was in a real classroom.
Grim scoffed. "I only have about thirty percent of your attention twenty percent of the time. The rest of your brain is off on gaming strategies, scantily clad women, and all the things you intend to do once you're grown and out on your own."
Okay, Death had a point. But what was wrong with that? Nick felt like he had a noose around his neck. Physically and mentally, he was grown, and yet everyone still treated him like a kid. A fact that was really beginning to annoy him. At his age, his mother had been out on her own with a baby. Kyrian had been a veteran Greek soldier, fighting against Roman occupation. And who knew what all Grim had been in to at his age.
For all of his mom's acting like he was mentally defective and couldn't tie his own shoes, he'd been taking care of her most of his life. Helping pay bills. Doing chores. Watching out for her. Helping Menyara with her car.
Over the last year, he'd been shot and had battled preternatural enemies from every corner. The only people who didn't treat him like a five-year-old were Kyrian and Acheron.
If you want respect from others, you have to give it. His mother's words came back to haunt him. Sobering, he gave a curt nod to Grim. "All right. You have my undivided attention."
"That'll last three seconds," Grim said under his breath. "Honestly, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you're not the Malachai. It mystifies me that something as worthless as you could have any power whatsoever. You were born white trash and that's all you'll ever be." He raked Nick with a scathing sneer. "You're nothing."
Rage darkened Nick's gaze. Blood rushed through his veins so fast that his entire body heated up to the level of molten lava. "I ain't nothing, boy. You about to find out just what I can do."
Grim laughed. "That's it. I finally do have your attention, and you've just learned the first lesson of influence. You use your divination and clairvoyance to strike the nerves of the person you're trying to manipulate. Even someone with a will as strong as yours can be influenced. Not with your mind, rather with your mouth or actions. I can't control you, but I can set you off and manipulate you to have the emotional or physical response I want you to. That is one power no one is immune to."
Nick scowled as he tried to understand all the nuances of Grim's lesson. "You didn't mean what you said?"
"Oh, I meant it. But I used your triggers to get the response I wanted. However, what I did wasn't subtle. It's the subtle you have to master, and that is what will make you truly dangerous. The best influence is always the one that goes undetected. The one that your target thinks was their idea."
"It sounds impossible."
"You would think, but it's not. People are very simple, and you'll be amazed at how easy they are to sway, no matter who they are or where they come from."
And Nick didn't like how easy it'd been for Grim to rile him. Kyrian, Menyara and his mom were right. He was way too hotheaded for his own good. "Is there any way to detect it when someone is trying to use it on me?"
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In the past two years, New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon has claimed the #1 spot fifteen times. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre she writes. With more than 23 million copies of her books in print in over 30 countries, her current series include: The Dark-Hunters, The League, Lords of Avalon, BAD Agency, Chronicles of Nick and the forthcoming Nevermore.
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Great Book. Should be made into a movie. enjoyed it immensely.
This book is epicly relatable in a hard lifestyle. I love the way you play it out till he figures out wgo ambrose is. The third is gunna be even more epic :).
Everytime i read one of her books. I feel like I'm right there with the characters. Sh is such an amazing writer. I can't wait for this book to come out :)
Our Review [by Michelle L. Olson – LITERAL ADDICTION’s Pack Alpha]: I adore Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark-Hunter series and the Chronicles of Nick spinoff is a wonderful companion. It’s amazing in its own right, but as a Dark-Hunter addict, it fills in a lot of holes and gives you plenty of ‘ah ha’ moments. Nick continues to learn about himself, or what he’s supposed to become, and in true Nick Gautier fashion, gets into plenty of trouble along the way. Saddled with the knowledge that he could bring about the apocalypse just by making 1 wrong decision, Nick tries to live life the best he can. He’s got a demon guardian who’s over 11,000 years old, an immortal girlfriend who hasn’t revealed quite what she is yet, a band of misfit friends who believe in him no matter what, a tutor who is literally Death, and an overbearing mother who he loves dearly but butts heads with at every turn. The first 2 installments of CoN were thrilling, but this one was wonderful. Not only do we have the normal players, but we meet some additional characters from Asmodea and Nick learns more about himself, his friends, his allies, and his enemies. There is definitely maturity with Nick’s character in this book that we didn’t get to see in the first two releases. He’s taking bad news and unlikely circumstances with a grain of salt, learning where to put his trust, where to spend his energy, and determining what to do and not to do in order to avoid Ambose’s tragic future. While the ending had a major cliffhanger and had me literally screaming “WTH!”, I thoroughly enjoyed the book and can’t wait until the next one. I got my DH fix between DH releases and that is a very, very good thing. LITERAL ADDICTION gives Infamous 4 1/2 Skulls, and would recommend it to all Sherrilyn Kenyon fans, Dark-Hunter addicts, and Dark Urban Fantasy, Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Romance aficionados. The Chronicles of Nick series really can’t be read as stand-alone novels or out of order. If you’re going to take the plunge, I highly suggest that you read them all and in order. You won’t be disappointed.
Shes killing me!!! I swear its her goal to keep me waiting for all the ties to come together and finally put all the big guns in one story. If u have kept up with the dark hunters and dream hunters u know who nicks brother is! Great book! Cry one second fall laughing like a loon the next second. So glad no one else was home when i read this book. Lol they would have had me commited!
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Its gunna be amazing!!!!!!!
Im currently reading five series, waiting for three books. Of the three books, this is the one im most excited about, and i cant wait to get my hands on it!
I cant wait for this book to be released!! I love her writing format
This book was amazing of course if u hadnt read the first two books its hard to understand
I really like these stories they dont have sex scenes in them. Nick is reliving his life his older self is trying to change his path and save mankind. Nick stands up for his friends and trys to do righht. His mom is on his case a lot but this book brings them both to understand each other better. Nick feels like everyone is out to get him but he learns that he is making a difference and has lots of love and support.
I looove this series. Not only is it hilarious, it is full of action. I devoured this book in less than a day. It is definately worth buying.
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