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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 · Romance
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Chapter 60: Doubt Before Trust

"It's obvious they aren't going to give up." Chime looks about as upset as I expected so no shock there. She shifts her position where she sits with a bowl of stew in her hands, her crew crowded around behind her.

"Which is why we agreed we can't stop at night anymore." Socrates speaks with authority and surprisingly Chime doesn't argue.

"They must be low on fuel by now." Vander is none the worse for wear after his mind-boggling leap to safety and I wonder just how resilient the Sick has made him.

"Not if they really are widespread," Socrates says. "If there are Crawlers everywhere, it makes sense they have access to fuel." He looks at me. "And munitions. Any idea what you were firing?"

Brick sets his empty bowl down, wiping his face with his sleeve. "They have some kind of concussive rounds," he says. "No real penetrating power, mostly brute force."