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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 77: Protector

The boy flies backward with a cry, crashing into a pile of supplies. I'm rushing forward, calling for Duet, when I see Poppy crumpled herself, the puppies crouched at her side, whining and licking her face.

Duet turns, sees me, roars in rage so huge I actually fear her a moment.

Loud enough it brings others running even from the main car.

The dog rushes to Poppy, standing over her and his pups, eyes locked on the boy who groans a short distance away. The very fact he doesn't even glance at Duet tells me volumes, though as the door behind me slams open and, worst case scenario, Chime bursts through, I know his faithfulness won't cut it.

The crew crowds in behind, Beckett, Vander and Socrates with them, while I hurry forward to calm Duet.

"Tell me," I say as she roars again, whole body shaking.

She points at the boy, stares at me, going still and empty for a moment before she settles. "Trio," she says.