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Clone Chronicles

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything... "Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. I haven't a clue who I am. Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall? Don't miss the exciting sequels! Clone Two and Clone One are now available!

Patti Larsen · Sci-fi
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Chapter 45: Through The Darkness

I find myself sitting at the side of the open car, legs swinging into empty air as the train chugs its way through the darkness.

Chime's anger was spent hours ago in a temper tantrum where she threw things and threatened us with death. "I've lost half my crew," she raged. "They were still out gathering supplies. You understand that? Supplies? We have fuel," she snorted. "But nothing to eat or drink, you idiots." She had paced herself into further frenzy. "You've brought ruin to us all," she finally choked out. "Ruin." Unable to speak further, she'd stormed off, presumably to decide what else to do with her anger.

Ande appeared shortly thereafter to confirm what she said, but in gentler voice.

"It's true," he told us after we filled him in on why we were in such a hurry. "Though there is a station just before we leave territory, so we can load up there." He patted Socrates's shoulder on the way back to the locomotive. "I'm sorry about your people."

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