Sovereign (Books of Mortals Series #3)

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Nine years after Rom Sebastian was thrust into the most unlikely of circumstances as hero and bearer of an unimaginable secret, the alliance of his followers is in disarray. An epic battle with The Order has left them scattered and deeply divided both in strategy and resolve in their struggle to become truly alive and free.

Only 49 truly alive followers remain loyal to Rom. This meager band must fight for survival as The Order is focused on their total annihilation. ...

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Overview

Nine years after Rom Sebastian was thrust into the most unlikely of circumstances as hero and bearer of an unimaginable secret, the alliance of his followers is in disarray. An epic battle with The Order has left them scattered and deeply divided both in strategy and resolve in their struggle to become truly alive and free.

Only 49 truly alive followers remain loyal to Rom. This meager band must fight for survival as The Order is focused on their total annihilation. Misunderstood and despised, their journey will be one of desperation against a new, more intensely evil Order. As the hand of this evil is raised to strike and destroy them they must rely on their faith in the abiding power of love to overcome all and lead them to sovereignty.

SOVEREIGN wonderfully continues the new testament allegory that was introduced in FORBIDDEN and continued in MORTAL.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Praise for FORBIDDEN:

"...mammoth twists and head-pounding turns that will have readers and book clubs debating the roles of emotion and logic that drive human existence."
--- Publishers Weekly

Dekker and Lee have created an intriguing future world...poised on the edge of vast upheaval. [They] draw readers into it and make them eager to read more..."
--- Booklist

"With great plot twists, compelling writing, and unanswered questions, this is a must-read for Dekker fans..."
--- Library Journal

"FORBIDDEN: The Books of Mortals rocks with the same level of intensity and brilliance as Dekker's Circle Series. Riveting, resounding, and a magnificent blend of Dekker's and Lee's styles. I devoured FORBIDDEN."
--- James L. Rubart, bestselling author

From the Publisher
Praise for FORBIDDEN:

"...mammoth twists and head-pounding turns that will have readers and book clubs debating the roles of emotion and logic that drive human existence."
—- Publishers Weekly

Dekker and Lee have created an intriguing future world...poised on the edge of vast upheaval. [They] draw readers into it and make them eager to read more..."
—- Booklist

"With great plot twists, compelling writing, and unanswered questions, this is a must-read for Dekker fans..."
—- Library Journal

"FORBIDDEN: The Books of Mortals rocks with the same level of intensity and brilliance as Dekker's Circle Series. Riveting, resounding, and a magnificent blend of Dekker's and Lee's styles. I devoured FORBIDDEN."
—- James L. Rubart, bestselling author

Kirkus Reviews
This third volume in the Books of Mortals series, a collaboration between Christian writer Dekker and his partner, Lee, continues the tale of an alternative universe with an allegorical flavor. This tale began as the world had a brush with extinction that left it populated by nothing but the dead, who were rendered bereft of all qualities that made them human. Soon, war broke out between various factions. From the Immortals, the Dark Bloods and the Corpses, to the Sovereigns, those who populate the Earth fight the others for supremacy. Now, the Sovereigns have been all but wiped out by their enemies, which have hunted their numbers down to a mere 37. Of this number, Jordin has emerged as one of their leaders. Filled with the blood of the boy Jonathan, who died and whose blood has turned the remaining Sovereigns into his followers, Jordin and the others live in the ruined and abandoned mazes in the city, hunted by Saric and the evil Feyn. Now, one of their number, an alchemist, has devised a virus that will destroy them all, but their leader, Rom, is convinced that to kill Feyn would go against Jonathan's teachings. Rom slips away to try to bring Feyn to her senses, and Jordin hatches a plan of her own. She also leaves the questionable safety of the maze in order to find both Saric and Feyn, but she plans a different outcome: She promises the alchemist that she will bring their heads back with her, and in return, he will not release the virus immediately. This follows Jordin's journey and that of the young girl Kaya who sneaks off to accompany her and the terrible sacrifice the two make in order to gain an advantage over their enemy in a desperate attempt for survival. An installment enhanced by Lee's smooth, competent writing.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781599953618
  • Publisher: FaithWords
  • Publication date: 3/25/2014
  • Series: Books of Mortals Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 68,956
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Ted Dekker

TED DEKKER is a New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty novels with a total of more than 10 million books in print. He is known for thrillers that combine adrenaline-laced plots with incredible confrontations between good and evil.

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Sovereign


By Ted Dekker, Tosca Lee, Henry Leyva

Hachette Audio

Copyright © 2013 Ted Dekker Tosca Lee Henry Leyva
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-59995-359-5



CHAPTER 1

JORDIN CROUCHED atop the warehouse on Byzantium's eastern perimeter, dark hair lifting with the gust of an oncoming storm, eyes scanning the darkening streets below for any sign of Triphon. There could be only one reason why he would leave his watch at the door.

Dark Bloods. Hosts of hell.

More than eighty thousand of the vicious warriors hunted throughout the city, guarding the Citadel where their maker, Feyn Cerelia, ruled the world with an iron fist, determined to rid it of Jordin's kind.

Triphon had undoubtedly followed protocol and made an attempt to draw danger away from the provisions bank, one of only a few on the edges of the city from which Sovereigns "borrowed" food.

Jagged lightning lit the eastern horizon, baring the low hills a mere hundred meters distant. Beyond lay the wastelands, home to Roland's Immortals.

Immortals. They had rarely been sighted by her kind, and then only at a distance. They were lethal by any estimation, both to Feyn's Dark Bloods and to the few Sovereigns still living. Ghosts in the night.

Most Mortals had soundly rejected Jordin's appeal to follow Jonathan in his death and had vanished north with Roland, defiantly embracing the promise of immortality. Only a handful had remained to seek new life—new wisdom—as Sovereigns.

But now, six years later, that life had been all but stamped out by the Blood War between Feyn's Dark Bloods and the Immortals, neither of which courted tolerance for Sovereigns. Jonathan's selfless love had spawned only hatred and the ruthless bloodshed that had held Byzantium in its grip for the last year.

Only thirty-seven Sovereigns still drew breath, hidden deep in the expansive caverns beneath Byzantium. Once over seven hundred in number, their ranks had been whittled down to a remnant in dire need of food and supplies. Under perpetual threat of death, they emerged only under cover of darkness and then only in pairs. Being caught alone was too dangerous; more than two presented the possibility of too great a loss if trouble found them.

Jordin turned and hurried along the two-foot-wide concrete wall bordering the top of the building in a crouch, her rubber-soled boots soundless on the asphalt roof. No sight of Triphon, no sound but the thunder rolling to the east.

She scanned the streets to the south. Empty. There was a Dark Blood post two streets over, beyond her line of vision, one of thousands positioned throughout Byzantium.

She twisted to the west. Five miles distant, the Citadel's ominous spires towered over the city. Heavily fortified rings of Dark Blood patrols had taken position, expanding out from the world's capital buildings to protect Feyn from the increasingly aggressive attacks of Roland's Immortals. But the Dark Bloods and the Immortals were not Jordin's only concern.

Well over two million Corpses crowded the capital, each of them loyal to Feyn's new Order. Although the Corpses possessed no emotion save fear, that fear included a holy terror of Jordin's kind. Feyn had seen to that. And though Corpses would never raise a hand in violence, they were quick to report any contact with a Sovereign. Anyone caught for not reporting a Sovereign was summarily sent to the Authority of Passing—to death.

Hiding from two million Corpses was no easy task. Though Sovereigns looked no different in appearance save their eyes, which had turned a brilliant green, Corpses could smell them. Apparently her kind gave off the pungent scent of incense. Sovereigns: Loving all, loved by none. Then again, they had no problem loving Dark Bloods with a sword. Hadn't Jonathan done the same?

Jonathan. She would yet die for him without second thought. Some said he was out there waiting in the flesh, others said he existed only in their blood. All she knew for certain was that the expanded Mortal senses she'd lost in becoming a Sovereign—senses presumably still retained by Roland's Immortals—would be a welcome gift right now. With them she would know the exact location of the nearest Dark Bloods with a single sniff of the air. She would hear the scuffle on any street below ... even a mumbled word from a hundred meters.

Instead of Mortal perception, her kind held surety of true life and occasional precognition of the future, which, although intriguing, proved limited—they could only see a few seconds or minutes ahead, and even then inconsistently. The "seeing" that had become the inheritance of all Sovereigns couldn't match the sheer strength of the Dark Bloods or the wicked skill of the Immortals.

Their enemies were hunting them to extinction.

She reminded herself that they were as they were meant to be, transformed by Jonathan's blood. It was Jonathan's way, to bring life—how, they still didn't know. But there was deep mystery in their transformation, and they held that mystery with reverence along with the knowledge that Sovereigns were like Jonathan in ways Corpses and Immortals never could be.

She knew this, but it didn't keep her from lying awake at night, badgered by questions without answers—questions she could speak to no one but Rom, and then only when her frustration boiled over. She was their leader, side by side with Rom. The others couldn't know how deeply she suffered. To be Sovereign was to be brimming with love in a new realm—they all said it. Jonathan had said it. But saying it didn't change the fact that they lived like dying rats beneath the city while Dark Bloods and Immortals flourished in the sun.

Was it possible what Roland had said six years ago ... that Jonathan had abandoned them all?

Jordin closed her eyes and let the ugly question fall from her mind. No. They lived to bring Jonathan's life to the world—a last vestige of hope for a world steeped in death. Thirty-seven Sovereigns left, and now one more of them seemed to have vanished. They couldn't afford to lose another, much less one of their warriors. Triphon was the only one who could wield a weapon as efficiently as she or Rom.

A cry cut the night to the east, and Jordin whipped around, ears keen. She heard a shout followed by an unmistakable grunt.

Dark Blood.

Jordin reached the fire escape ladder in three running strides, grabbed the rail with her gloved hand, and threw her legs over the low perimeter wall. Her feet landed on the fifth rung and she descended on the fly. She stood only an inch over five feet in boots, and her body was lighter than any of the large bags of rice she'd dumped at the warehouse entrance, but her speed and skill made up for her lack of heft in any fight.

She released the ladder from ten feet up, landed lightly on the balls of her feet, and then sprinted east along the southern wall, reaching for her bow.

"Jordin!"

Triphon's familiar voice rode the wind, flooding her veins with adrenaline. He would call out only if his situation was dire enough to warrant the risk of drawing Dark Bloods.

She rounded the warehouse to find an empty alley and then flew through the narrow way. Beyond the last building the street broadened into open ground that ran into the hills. The fact that Triphon's shout had come from this direction meant one thing: having been discovered by a roving patrol, he had led them toward the wasteland. The Dark Bloods were wary of the wilderness—not for the expanse of land itself, but for the Immortals who materialized from the darkness without warning. With their singularly acute eyesight, Immortals owned the night.

But those same Immortals posed as great a threat to Triphon.

She ran faster.

A sliver of moon peered out from beneath the clouds on the eastern horizon, giving Jordin clear sight of the street. The scene snapped into form in a single blink of her eye.

Triphon, sword drawn, was backed up against an unlit streetlamp. He was dressed for the night in black pants, a short coat, and rubber-soled boots like her own. His hood had fallen back, the scant moonlight illuminating his green eyes, radiant even at a hundred paces.

Seven Dark Bloods were closing in on him, bold despite the knowledge that some of them would surely die. They weren't stupid. Sovereigns might not have the superior breeding of Dark Bloods, but by the way Triphon held his sword easily in one hand, tipped toward the concrete, anyone could see he was trained in the Nomadic way of the Mortals—the same Mortals who'd stood their ground only six hundred strong against Saric's twelve thousand Dark Bloods six years ago.

Jordin had killed countless Dark Bloods that day; she and Triphon could take seven today.

To a man they towered nearly a foot over Triphon, built like bulls—muscle and brawn. But they moved with uncanny speed and took blows as if made of ironwood. Whatever alchemy had created such raw specimens of brutality couldn't be undone. They could not be brought to life like a common Corpse. Only Sovereign blood killed them.

Most still wore their hair in dreadlocks, but they had evolved over the past several years. Their retinas were as black as their pupils, but rimmed now in gold. So well proportioned, they were specimens of perfection; loyal slaves, their insatiable lusts held in check only by Feyn herself. It was well known they abused common Corpses at will.

They hadn't seen her yet. She dropped to one knee, notched an arrow, and drew her bowstring.

The Dark Bloods pulled short, and the ringleader stepped forward, twirling his heavy sword as if it were a stick of balsa wood. His mutter was full of gravel—Jordin couldn't make out his words. She did, however, understand the meaning of the sudden approach by the two warriors to the leader's left.

They were going in for the kill.

She steadied her breath and released the bowstring. The wind had lulled, and her arrow flew straight. It slammed into the leader's head as she quickly notched her second arrow.

The Dark Blood she'd struck staggered back, bellowing a cry that momentarily arrested the others. Triphon moved while their attention was drawn away, lunging at the closest warrior, swinging his blade up to catch the unsuspecting Blood under his chin.

Jordin sent another arrow at a third warrior and then she was on her feet.

"Triphon!"

Four heads swiveled to the threat at their backs. Without pausing, Triphon swung his blade at the fifth's belly, missed, but arced the sword into the shoulder of one of those who'd turned.

Another arrow—this one sent quickly into the mass of Bloods where it struck one of them in the side. In the course of ten seconds they had cut down three and wounded two more. They had once fought by Roland's side with as much precision, before the prince had turned his back on Jonathan's legacy.

She raced at breakneck speed, flipping her bow over her back, palming two knives as she went in. Leaderless and stunned by such lethal attack from behind, the Dark Bloods suddenly found themselves at a disadvantage.

She threw the seven-inch blade in her right hand from ten paces off, sidearm, but the Blood she'd intended it for slapped it from the air. The three remaining warriors sprang back, more cautious now.

Three on two—they would fell these fiends where they stood. Outrunning them would be far more difficult, and they couldn't risk leading them back to the cavern. If Feyn learned where they lived, they would all be crushed in a single blow and Sovereign blood would be no more.

"We kill them," Jordin said.

"We kill them," Triphon repeated with the hint of a grin.

The Blood to Jordin's left nodded and slowly straightened. A sick smile crept over his face.

"All of us?"

"All of you," Jordin said.

His gaze lifted past her shoulder. Triphon's followed. His face flattened. Jordin threw a quick glance behind her. Three Dark Bloods had emerged from the same alley from which she'd come.

"Jordin ..."

She twisted back. More. No fewer than ten Dark Bloods had slipped from the corners of both buildings at the end of the street. They were boxed in, cut off on either side by brick warehouses, to the front and back by Dark Bloods.

Her heart rose into her throat. She shifted to one side, all thoughts of an easy escape gone. A fresh gust of wind whipped a dusty dervish up from the knoll beyond the end of the street. If they could make a run for the wasteland, the Dark Bloods might not follow. But getting past the line marching toward them would prove difficult if not impossible—Bloods were anything but slow.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear your response," the Dark Blood said. "Are you sure? All of us?"

Jonathan, where are you now?

The sentiment that accompanied the question had become more bitter than inquisitive as of late. But she hadn't always needed Jonathan to survive. She'd been his guardian once, when her skill as a fighter had been unquestioned even by Roland himself. Her veins flooded with new resolve, fueled by anger. Their quest to follow Jonathan and bring life could not end here, regardless of the odds.

The sword of a fallen Blood lay on the ground three paces away. She still had nine arrows in the quiver at her back. Two more knives were sheathed against her thighs. And if no way for escape presented itself, there was the sword.

The calm calculation that had served Jordin so well at Roland's side slipped for an instant as an image filled her mind: Jonathan spreading his arms wide, crying out for Saric to kill him as she screamed, powerless, from the cliff above. Saric's blade arcing down into the chest of the only man she had ever loved, before or since.

She swallowed, mouth dry. Was this her fate as well?

Then so be it.

She whipped the knife in her left hand underhanded and watched it bite deeply into the eye of the Blood who'd spoken. His smirk exploded in a spray of blood. With a full-throated scream, she snatched the bow and arrow from her back.

Triphon's roar joined her cry, and he flew at the Bloods who'd first attacked him. She spun to face the new arrivals, dropped to one knee, notched an arrow, and sent it into one of the three who were now running from the same direction she'd come. A second and a third arrow, in rapid succession.

Her arrows found bodies but failed to take down two of the Bloods.

Jordin faced a critical decision. They'd have to split the Bloods—surrounded, they stood no chance. She'd have to deal with the two approaching from the rear, but she also had to find a way past the line beyond Triphon.

She let a final arrow fly toward the two Bloods sprinting for her, already bringing their blades to bear. They seemed utterly oblivious to the threat of death—what was death to the dead?

Without waiting to see her arrow find its mark, she twisted and came to her feet. Five arrows left.

She strung one on the fly and started forward, angling left. Triphon had taken down one of two Bloods he had engaged and was lunging at the other like a bull. If she could break through the line of Dark Bloods between them and the wasteland beyond, forcing them into two fronts, they'd still have a chance.

The ten had become twelve, all at a full run fifty paces distant and closing, thinner on the left than the right.

"Split them!" she cried and tore forward, shooting as she ran. She sent four arrows into the three warriors farthest to her left without precision, only caring that she stalled them enough to break past them.

One arrow left. She flung her bow over her back and ran at a full sprint toward the two stumbling on her far left. She had to reach them. Get one of their swords, engage from behind. It was the only way.

But that way was cut short by a terrible sound behind her. A wet thunk followed by a sick grunt.

The thunk she knew to be a blade cutting deep into flesh. It was the grunt that made her start. She knew the voice.

Jordin twisted her head back. Triphon had killed the two Bloods he'd set upon, but a third had reached him from behind. Her arrow hung from the Blood's side, but it hadn't put him down.

Triphon's arms were thrown wide; his grimacing face tilted to the sky.

A sword protruded from his chest.

Jordin pulled up hard, stunned. The night stalled, ripped beyond the boundaries of time. Triphon was severed nearly in two, held up only by the Dark Blood whose sword was buried in his chest.

Jonathan had fallen to a similar blow.

The Dark Blood wrenched his blade free, and Triphon collapsed on the concrete street. Dead.

Time refused to return. Triphon dead. At the hand of one she'd failed to kill.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Sovereign by Ted Dekker, Tosca Lee, Henry Leyva. Copyright © 2013 Ted Dekker Tosca Lee Henry Leyva. Excerpted by permission of Hachette Audio.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2013

    Highly Recommended

    I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I could relate to the characters and grew with them through their journey.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2013

    I got this book on Wednesday and finished it that night! It's an

    I got this book on Wednesday and finished it that night! It's an easy read but still makes you think. Sad to see 
    this series come to an end. Ted Dekker and Tosca Lee have become some of my favorite authors. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    I love the author and the book. He always gives you lots to think about. Especially in this book where he is telling the key players it is all about love and giving up your will.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2014

    Very Disappointing!

    The first and second books of this trilogy were very good and well done. I found it difficult to put them down. However, the 3rd one was extremely disappointing. It plodded along like walking through mud with no real direction. 279 pages that cover about 5-7 days! I skimmed almost all of it until the very end which was better…but still anti-climactic. I would love to have heard more about Saric and his time between the end of book 2 and chapter 21 of book 3. Everyone was miserable throughout the whole book and bitter, mortal enemies. Then, at last, they all fall madly in love and live happily ever after! Really??!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2014

    Not very entertaining

    The ending book to the trilogy ended like a feather on a calm lake... no splash and no ripples. I thought the first book was very good and well done. The second book, not so much, but decently enjoyable. This particular tome just plodded on and on with seemingly no direction until the final fight. Even then, what should have been a climactic and satisfying end to the series ended up lethargic and and, ultimately, boring.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2014

    Wonderful book! I Fantastic

    Fantastic story! I struggled to put it down. This series is a must read!

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  • Posted January 2, 2014

    Fabulous end to a great story

    Nicely done by authors Dekker and Lee! Great wrap-up of a compelling story of life, death, and redemption.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2013

    Great

    Much better than the second book Mortal. The epilogue makes me wonder if there is to be a fourth book or another series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2013

    Great book

    Ever since i saw your face, nothing in my life has been the same. I walk around just saying your name. Without you my world would end, yeah. I've looked around this whole dang place, and eveything says you were meant to be....

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  • Posted July 22, 2013

    Exciting Page-turner to the end

    Dekker and Lee make a great team. Loved the whole series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2013

    Love it!

    Another amazing series from Ted Dekker!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2013

    Loved!

    This was the best book in the series, in my opinion. I could really identify with Jordan.

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