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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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125 Chs

Chapter 68: Free Meal

Chime shovels another fork full of meat into her mouth and groans in pleasure while Brick copies her action, the other hand already reaching for a scoop of what I can only guess are mashed potatoes.

So much for her predictability. When Vander returned, she, Brick and a few of the other kids were with her, the offer of a free meal enough to entice her to check things out.

Within moments, Jeremiah had her wrapped around his fingers. "Such a lovely and benevolent leader would surely allow her people the benefit of a home cooked meal? While one of your own does what research he can to improve your position?"

Chime actually bought such pathetic language and lapped up his praise. "Lunch it is," she said, flinching a moment at the sight of the Shamble, but more than eager to participate.