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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 114: Refit

I'm finally with them, done staying outside their plans. I have to act and sitting here pretending I'm in the way isn't doing Duet or Poppy any good.

We fill Ever and the others in on what we can, Socrates taking over in places, Vander in others when I stumble over memory. Beckett is oddly quiet, holding my hand, and Ande too. He's taken up my place with the puppies and I feel a moment of real sadness for him. He's lost his reason for being. His train.

He needs a new one. "Ande," I say suddenly. "Can you help Ever and the others with the refit of the truck? This is exactly your expertise."

Ande looks up like I've offered him a treat he can't refuse. Has he been worried we don't want him around without his train, because of his leader's betrayal?

"Of course," he says, with no trace of his usual stutter. "Just tell me what you need."