At fourteen, Nick Gautier thinks he knows everything about the world around him. Streetwise, tough, and savvy, his quick sarcasm is the stuff of legends. . .until the night when his best friends try to kill him. Saved by a mysterious warrior who has more fighting skills than Chuck Norris, the teenaged Nick is sucked into the realm of the Dark-Hunters: immortal vampire slayers who risk everything to save humanity.
Nick quickly learns that the human world is only a veil for a much larger and more dangerous one: a world where the captain of the football team is a werewolf and the girl he has a crush on goes out at night to stake the undead. But before he can even learn the rules of this new world, his fellow students are turning into flesh-eating zombiesand he's next on the menu.
As if starting high school isn't hard enough. . .now Nick has to hide his new friends from his mom, his chain saw from the principal, and keep the zombies and the demon Simi from eating his brains, all without getting grounded or suspended. How in the world is he supposed to do that?
About the Author
In the past two years, New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon has claimed the #1 spot twelve times, and since 2004, she has placed more than 50 novels on the New York Times list. 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 Nevermore. A preeminent voice in paranormal fiction, Kenyon helped pioneer and define the current paranormal trend that has captivated the world. She lives with her husband, three sons, a menagerie of animals and a collection of swords.
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Chronicles of Nick
By Sherrilyn Kenyon
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2010 Sherrilyn Kenyon
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"I am a socially awkward mandork."
"Nicholas Ambrosius Gautier! You watch your language!"
Nick sighed at his mother's sharp tone as he stood in their tiny kitchen looking down at the bright orange Hawaiian shirt. The color and style were bad enough. The fact it was covered in l-a-r-g-e pink, gray, and white trout (or were they salmon?) was even worse. "Mom, I can't wear this to school. It's ..."—he paused to think real hard of a word that wouldn't get him grounded for life—"hideous. If anyone sees me in this, I'll be an outcast relegated to the loser corner of the cafeteria."
As always, she scoffed at his protest. "Oh, shush. There's nothing wrong with that shirt. Wanda told me at the Goodwill store that it came in from one of those big mansions down in the Garden District. That shirt belonged to the son of a fine upstanding man and since that's what I'm raising you to be ..."
Nick ground his teeth. "I'd rather be a delinquent no one picks on."
She let out a deep sound of aggravation as she paused while flipping bacon. "No one's going to pick on you, Nicky. The school has a strict no-bullying policy."
Yeah, right. That wasn't worth the "contract" paper it was written on. Especially since the bullies were illiterate idiots who couldn't read it anyway.
Jeez. Why wouldn't she listen to him? It wasn't like he wasn't the one going into the lion's den every day and having to traverse the brutality of high school land mines. Honestly, he was sick of it and there was nothing he could do.
He was a massive loser dork and no one at school ever let him forget that. Not the teachers, the principal, and especially not the other students.
Why can't I flash forward and bypass this whole high school nightmare?
Because his mom wouldn't let him. Only hoodlums dropped out of school and she didn't work as hard as she did to raise up another piece of worthless scum—it was a harped-on litany permanently carved into his brain. It ranked right up there with:
"Be a good boy, Nicky. Graduate. Go to college. Get a good job. Marry a good girl. Have lots of grandbabies and never miss a holy day of obligation at church." His mom had already road-mapped his entire future with no diversions or pit stops allowed.
But at the end of the day, he loved his mom and appreciated everything she did for him. Except for this whole "Do what I say, Nicky. I'm not listening to you because I know better" thing she said all the time.
He wasn't stupid and he wasn't a troublemaker. She had no idea what he went through at school, and every time he tried to explain it, she refused to listen. It was so frustrating.
Gah, can't I catch swine flu or something? Just for the next four years until he was able to graduate and move on to a life that didn't include constant humiliation? After all, the swine flu had killed millions of people in 1918 and several more during outbreaks in the seventies and eighties. Was it too much to ask that another mutant strain of it incapacitate him for a few years?
Maybe a good bout of parvo ...
You're not a dog, Nick.
True, no dog would be caught dead wearing this shirt. Whizzing on it would be another matter. ...
Sighing in useless angst, he looked down at the crap shirt he wanted desperately to burn. Okay, fine. He'd do what he always did whenever his mom made him look like a flaming moron.
He'd own it.
I don't want to own this. I look epically stupid.
Man up, Nick. You can take it. You've taken a lot worse.
Yeah, all right. Fine. Let them laugh. He couldn't stop that anyway. If it wasn't the shirt, they'd humiliate him over something else. His shoes. His haircut. And if all else failed, they'd insult his name. Nick the dick, or dickless Nicholas. Didn't matter what he said or did, those who mocked would mock anything. Some people were just wired wrong and they couldn't live unless they were making other people suffer.
His Aunt Menyara always said no one could make him feel inferior unless he allowed them to.
Problem was, he allowed it a lot more than he wanted to.
His mom set a chipped blue plate on the side of the rusted-out stove. "Sit down, baby, and eat something. I was reading in a magazine that someone left at the club that kids score much higher on tests and do a lot better in school whenever they have breakfast." She smiled and held the package of bacon up for him to see. "And look. It's not expired this time."
He laughed at something that really wasn't funny. One of the guys who came into his mom's club was a local grocer who would give them meat sometimes when it expired since all the guy did was throw it out anyway.
"As long as we eat it quick, it won't make us sick."
Another litany he hated.
Picking up the crispy bacon, he glanced around the tiny condo they called home. It was one of four that had been carved out of an old run-down house. Made up of three small rooms—the kitchen/living room, his mom's bedroom, and the bathroom—it wasn't much, but it was theirs and his mom was proud of it, so he tried to be proud too.
He winced as he looked at his corner where his mom had strung up dark blue blankets to make a room for him on his last birthday. His clothes were kept in an old laundry basket on the floor, set next to his mattress that was covered with Star Wars sheets he'd had since he was nine—another present his mom had picked up at a yard sale.
"One day, Mom, I'm going to buy us a really nice house." With really nice stuff in it.
She smiled, but her eyes said she didn't believe a word he spoke. "I know you will, baby. Now eat up and get to school. I don't want you dropping out like me." She paused as a hurt look flitted across her face. "You can see exactly what that gets you."
Guilt cut through him. He was the reason his mom had dropped out of school. As soon as her parents had learned she was pregnant, they'd offered her one choice.
Give up the baby or give up her nice home in Kenner, her education, and her family.
For reasons he still didn't understand, she'd chosen him.
It was something Nick never let himself forget. But one day he was going to get all that back for her. She deserved it, and for her, he'd wear this god-awful shirt.
Even if it got him killed. ...
And he'd smile through the pain of it until Stone and his crew kicked his teeth in.
Trying not to think about the butt-whipping to come, Nick ate his bacon in silence. Maybe Stone wouldn't be in school today. He could get malaria or the plague, or rabies or something.
Yeah, may the smarmy freak get a pox on his privates.
That thought actually made him smile as he shoved the grainy powdered eggs into his mouth and swallowed them. He forced himself not to shiver at the taste. But it was all they could afford.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and jerked. "Gotta go. I'm going to be late."
She grabbed him for a bear hug.
Nick grimaced. "Stop sexually harassing me, Mom. I gotta go before I get another tardy."
She popped him on the butt cheek before she released him. "Sexually harassing you. Boy, you have no idea." She ruffled his hair as he bent over to pick up his backpack.
Nick put both arms through the straps and hit the door running. He launched himself from the dilapidated porch and sprinted down the street, past broken-down cars and garbage cans to where the streetcar stopped.
"Please don't be gone. ..."
Otherwise he'd be doomed to another "Nick? What are we going to do with you, you white-trash dirt?" lecture from Mr. Peters. The old man hated his guts, and the fact that Nick was a scholarship kid at his snotty overprivileged school seriously ticked Peters off. He'd like nothing better than to kick him out so that Nick wouldn't "corrupt" the kids from the good families.
Nick's lip curled as he tried not to think about the way those decent people looked at him like he was nothing. More than half their dads were regulars at the club where his mom worked, yet they were called decent while he and his mom were considered trash.
The hypocrisy of that didn't sit well with him. But it was what it was. He couldn't change anyone's mind but his own.
Nick put his head down and ran as he saw the streetcar stopped at his station.
Oh man. ...
Nick picked up speed and he broke out into a dead run. He hit the platform and leapt for the streetcar.
He'd caught it just in time.
Panting and sweating from the humid autumn New Orleans air, he shrugged his backpack off as he greeted the driver. "Morning, Mr. Clemmons."
The elderly African-American man smiled at him. He was one of Nick's favorite drivers. "Morning, Mr. Gautier." He always mispronounced Nick's last name. He said it "Go-chay" instead of the correct "Go-shay." The difference being "Go-chay" traditionally had an "h" in it after the "t" and, as Nick's mom so often said, they were too poor for any more letters. Not to mention, one of his mom's relatives, Fernando Upton Gautier, had founded the small town in Mississippi that shared his name and both were pronounced "Go-shay." "Your mom made you late again?"
"You know it." Nick dug his money out of his pocket and quickly paid before taking a seat. Winded and sweating, he leaned back and let out a deep breath, grateful he'd made it in time.
Unfortunately, he was still sweating when he reached school. The beauty of living in a city where even in October it could hit ninety by eight A.M. Man, he was getting tired of this late heat wave they'd been suffering.
Suck it up, Nick. You're not late today. It's all good.
Yeah, let the mocking commence.
He smoothed his hair down, wiped the sweat off his brow, and draped his backpack over his left shoulder.
Holding his head high in spite of the snickers and comments about his shirt and sweaty condition, he walked across the yard and through the doors like he owned them. It was the best he could do.
"Ew! Gross! He's dripping wet. Is he too poor to own a towel? Don't poor people ever bathe?"
"Looks like he went fishing in the Pontchartrain and came up with that hideous shirt instead of a real fish."
"That's 'cause he couldn't miss it. I'll bet it even glows in the dark."
"I bet there's a naked hobo somewhere wanting to know who stole his clothes while he was sleeping on a bench. Gah, how long has he owned those shoes, anyway? I think my dad wore a pair like that in the eighties."
Nick turned a deaf ear to them and focused on the fact that they really were stupid. None of them would be here if their parents weren't loaded. He was the scholarship kid. They probably couldn't have even spelled their names right on the exam he'd aced to get in.
That was what mattered most. He'd much rather have brains than money.
Though right now, a rocket launcher might be nice too. He just couldn't say that out loud without the faculty calling the cops on his having "inappropriate" thoughts.
His bravado lasted until he reached his locker, where Stone and crew were loitering.
Great, just great. Couldn't they pick someone else to stalk?
Stone Blakemoor was the kind of creep who gave jocks a bad name. They weren't all like that and he knew it. Nick had several friends who were on the football team—starters, no less, not seat warmers like Stone.
Still, when you thought of an arrogant jock-rock, Stone was aptly named. It was definitely a self-fulfilling moniker his parents had labeled him with. Guess his mom had known while he was in the womb that she was going to birth a flaming moron.
Stone snorted as Nick stopped beside his group to open his locker. "Hey, Gautier? I saw your mom naked last night—shaking her butt in my dad's face so that he'd put a dollar in her G-string. He got a good feel of her too. Said she's got a nice set of—"
Before he could think better of it, Nick swiped him upside the head with his backpack as hard as he could.
And then it was on like Donkey Kong.
"Fight!" someone shouted while Nick wrapped Stone in a headlock and pounded him.
A crowd gathered round, chanting, "Fight, fight, fight."
Somehow Stone escaped his hold and hit him so hard in the sternum it took the breath from him. Dang, he was a lot stronger than he looked. He hit like a jackhammer.
Furious, Nick started for him, only to find one of the teachers suddenly between them.
The sight of her petite form calmed him instantly. He wasn't about to hit an innocent person, especially not a woman. She narrowed her eyes at him and pointed down the hall. "To the office, Gautier. Now!"
Cursing under his breath, Nick picked his backpack up from the tiled beige floor and glared at Stone, who at least had a busted lip.
So much for not getting into trouble.
But what was he supposed to do? Let the weasel scum insult his mom?
Disgusted, he entered the office and sat in the corner chair outside the principal's door. Why wasn't there an undo button for life?
Nick looked up at the softest, sweetest voice he'd ever heard. His stomach hit the ground.
Dressed all in pink, she was gorgeous, with silky brown hair and green eyes that practically glowed.
Oh. My. God.
Nick wanted to speak but all he could do was try not to drool on her.
She held her hand out to him. "I'm Nekoda Kennedy, but most people call me Kody.
I'm new to the school and kind of nervous. They told me to wait here, then there was a fight and they haven't come back and ... I'm sorry, I babble when I'm nervous."
"Nick. Nick Gautier." He cringed as he realized how stupid he sounded and how behind he was on her conversation.
She laughed like an angel. A beautiful, perfect ...
I am so in love with you. ...
Get a grip, Nick. Get a grip. ...
"So, have you been going here long?" Kody asked.
Work, tongue. Work. He finally choked an answer out. "Three years."
"You like it?"
Nick's gaze went to Stone and the others heading into the office. "Not today, I don't."
She opened her mouth to speak, but Stone and crew surrounded her.
"Hey, baby." Stone flashed her a cheesy grin. "You new meat?"
Kody grimaced and sidestepped them. "Get away from me, you animals. You smell." She raked a repugnant stare over Stone's body and curled her lip. "Aren't you a little old for your mom to be picking out your clothes for you? Really? Shopping at the Children's Place at your age? I'm sure there's some third-grader dying to know who bought the last navy I-sore shirt."
Nick bit back a laugh. Yeah, he really, really liked her.
She went to stand by Nick and put her back against the wall so that she could keep an eye on Stone. "Sorry we got interrupted."
Stone made a sound like he was about to vomit. "Why are you talking to the King Loser Dork? You want to talk about ugly? Look at what he's wearing."
Nick cringed as Kody examined the sleeve of his shirt.
"I like a man who takes fashion chances. It's the mark of someone who lives by his own code. A rebel." She cast a biting glare at Stone. "A real lone wolf is a lot sexier than a pack animal who follows orders and can't have an opinion unless someone else gives it to him."
"Oooo," Stone's friends said in unison as she got the better of him.
"Shut up!" Stone shoved at them. "No one asked you for your opinions."
"Nekoda?" the secretary called. "We need to finish with your schedule."
Kody gave Nick a last smile. "I'm in ninth grade."
Her smile widened. "Hope we have some classes together. Nice meeting you, Nick." She made sure to step on Stone's foot as she walked past him.
Stone yelped and mumbled an insult for her under his breath. Then he and his three friends sat down in the chairs that were opposite Nick's.
Ms. Pantall walked past them to go talk to Mr. Peters.
They're going to cream me over this. ...
As soon as she was gone, Stone tossed a wadded-up piece of paper at him. "Where did you get that shirt, Gautier? Goodwill or did you find it in a Dumpster? Nah, I bet you rolled a hobo for it. I know you people couldn't afford even something that tacky."
Nick refused to rise to the bait this time. Besides, he could handle insults directed at him. It was the ones against his mom that elevated him to fighting mad.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Let me first start by saying that I am an avid Dark-Hunter fan. Kenyon's novels truly make me.....feel. The stories of Zarak and Acheron nearly tore my heart out while Ravyn's (my first introduction into this world) had me laughing out loud more times than I can remember. With that said, this book I would classify as a bit odd and very incomplete. I got the impression that Kenyon was just setting the theme or background of the overall arc to Nick's story. Kinda like a history lesson. You are reading what has happened; are familiar with the characters, but there's no evoking of any emotional response. So, for this reason, I'm reserving judgment. And I suggest to the fans to be patient. Read this book only as a prelude to the "real" story that is coming, and anticipate an arc worthy of Nick and of Kenyon's talent.
Wonderful Book I enjoyed reading. kept me entertained all the way through.
So it says Chronicles of Nick Series #1, and I get it, but to me it just picks up the Dark/Dream/Were-Hunter story as it leaves off from Bad Moon Rising. I LOVE that we are getting a history now and seeing Kyrian before Amanda, but the most important piece is finally getting a story through Nick's eyes so we can care about him as much as all the characters do. After all the Sherrilyn Kenyon books I have read, I think this one was her best writing yet. You can start with this book if you really want to, but you will enjoy it so much more if you start at the beginning with Julian's story in Fantasy Lover.
(This rating is actually 3.5 stars but I rounded up. It was a very good read.) Let me admit a bias right off the bat. I didn't read any of Sherilynn's Dark Hunter series and I realized from perusing her website that ooops, this was a prequel series. Now on her website, it states that you do not have to read the books sequentially, here: http://www.sherrilynkenyon.com/series.ph... This was fortunate for me because, as you know, I stick to pretty much YA fantasy and don't venture often into grown-up paranormal romance. Having admitted that bias, I have to say that the voice of the protagonist, Nick, captured my heart from the very first page. Sherilynn wrote this snarky, beaten down, broken boy in such a way that his words and actions tugged at this Mundie Mom's heart. And I know it's far-fetched to imagine a Mundie Mom liking a broken, snarky male protagonist. Nick's own description of himself as a "kid born standing up and talking back" (p. 421) says it all perfectly. What took me by surprise was how the world unfolded. One minute, Nick's in school, where his only demons are the school bullies who try to involve him in troublesome pursuits and the next minute -- whoa! zombies are actually invading the school. It was a sudden plunge into a world Nick only believed existed in video games. Because Sherilynn presented everything through Nick's eyes, I felt his world being turned upside down. And I felt his quick grasp on this new reality as he realizes zombies, demons and vampires are all real. In fact, they are all after him. Other characters are introduced at a fairly fast pace. I believe that if I had read the other books, I may have understood their personalties faster and grasped their influence on Nick a little bit more. But, I credit Sherilynn's excellent writing for allowing me to keep them straight as well as begin to see how they will tie into Nick's future. My favorite of these secondary characters is Bubba, the owner of the largest gun store in town. Bubba is a one-of-a-kind man, who delivers some of the best lines in the book: "There is always infinity, strap on your big-boy pants, hiking boots and go." (p. 410). This book is another great summer escape. Just think of it Mundie Moms, you get to spend some time with Nick in New Orleans fighting off zombies. Sounds like a perfect way to spend a hot evening.
In New Orleans lives fourteen year old Nick Gautier whose mother is a stripper and whose father killed people in the double digits. He sees the world like most mortals, but soon the filter will be lifted from his eyes; enabling him to observe the preternatural world, the good and the bad. Both sides will want him for their own purposes because he possesses powers that have not yet been tapped, which means whatever side he picks,the dark or the light, will deploy him as a powerful weapon. When Nick chooses to prevent his friends from robbing and killing two elderly tourists, Night Hunter Kyrian Hunter saves his life by rushing him to the hospital. He also pays the bill and gives him a hefty salary intending to make him a squire later on. Nick is unaware of most of Kyrian's plans, but he gets a close-up glimpse of the dark side when students are turned into living zombies who hunt him while eating people. He is only one of many who note the changes in the people turned zombies but he may be the only hope they have to find a way return them back into carefree teens. Expanding on her mythos, Sherrilyn Kenyan has another hit series with "The Chronicles of Nick", which targets young adults but also will be appreciated by the Night Hunter audience fans of all ages. The affluent students who attend scholarship Nick's new private school, their parents and the faculty believe Nick and his mom are trailer trash; however he refuses to let them put him down as he adores and admires his mom so their opinion and snide asides mean nothing except to toughen him. He will need that mental toughness and thick skin in his new vocation as readers will enjoy the teen exploits of Nick the hunter squire in training. Harriet Klausner
I've been looking for years for a Teen - YA novel that didn't star a girl who falls in love. Nick has a heart of gold and loves his mother. The amount of characters in this book was astonishing, but the characters each have very unique and interesting personalities. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a good but quick read.
Is this book very simple, as most young adult books are? Does it read as if by the mind of a 14 year old, or is it just reading about a 14 year old? As in, did she still write it as she did all the other DH books or is it more childish, written for the younger mind? I love Nick, and was so excited to get his whole story, but I just don't know about it being a YA novel, when I'm so used to the adult dark hunter series. I would hate to have this ruin the entire series for me. Please mention this in your review if you have read this book. THANK YOU!!
I was surprised that I didn't see a full synopsis when I checked to pre-order this book, so I'm sticking in a synopsis I found somewhere else. Hope this helps people out, I'm really looking forward to the series because Nick and Simi have been some of my favorite characters in Kenyon's adult Dark-Hunter's series. At fourteen, Nick Gautier thinks he knows everything about the world around him. Streetwise, tough and savvy, his quick sarcasm is the stuff of legends. Until the night when his best friends try to kill him. Saved by a mysterious warrior who has more fighting skills than Chuck Norris, Nick is sucked into the realm of the Dark-Hunters: immortal vampire slayers who risk everything to save humanity. Nick quickly learns that the human world is only a veil for a much larger and more dangerous one. A world where the captain of the football team is a werewolf and the girl he has a crush on goes out at night to stake the undead. But before he can even learn the rules of the new world, his fellow students are turning into flesh eating zombies. And he's next on the menu. Like starting high school isn't hard enough. Now Nick has to hide his new friends from his mom, his chainsaw from the principal, and keep the zombies and the demon Simi from eating his brains, all without getting grounded or suspended! How in the world is he supposed to do that?
It was great i couldnt stop reading it untill i had finish it.
This is a book unlike the others she has written and if your not into the fantasy world don't read. I personally loved it and couldn't put it down, I have been looking forward to the next one since I read the last page and cant wait. It was awesome if your into fantasy and the "other side" of life this is a must read!!
I loved this book! This has to be my favorite book in the whole series. It had action, humor, romance, monsters, and above all it kept me hooked from the first page! I loved this book! In plan to read it again! I hop this review was helpful!
This was by far the best book I have read in a very long time. I was very excited to start this series because of where the story takes place, which is in new orleans about an hour from where I live, let me tell you I was not dissapointed. Nick is absolutely hilarous, witty along with an excellent sense of humor. I thoroughly enjoyed all of the characters they were very well thought out. I liked the crazy streak in the story as well, bubba. Very amusing and am looking happily foward to the rest of the books of this series. I highly recomnend.
Even if this book were free dont waste your time.
I was extreamly dissapointed in this book. From what the reviews said i had expected it to be amazing, but i swear the author has the mentality of a three year old. I will not be purchasing the rest of the series.
I really didn't like this book. It was cringingly predictable and I badly written.
This is a good story. The main character is a teen, but it doesn't have all of the angst and emo I've seen in other books. So many supernatural creatures get caught up in the battle against the zombies. Nick is an interesting character and a good center for all of the madness. This is a good beginning for a fiction book series.
I loved this book. It was great. I also read the two after this one. Im also single im 15.
This book is great, it has everything I love; vampires, werewolves, zombies, demons, etc. I am in love with Nick he's my new favorite male fiction character, I just bought the second one and I can't wait to read it! -Joelene S.
I really like this book, but im the kind of person who enjoys strange books
Excellent, looking forward to the 2nd in the series
I absolutely love this book! Bubba reminds me of Talahassee from Zombieland. This book s very well writen and I would recommend it for anyone. There is a little bit of language thouh, just a warning. Other than that its a great book! :D
I thought it was a very good book. Action from start to finish.