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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 · ไซไฟ
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Chapter 107: Escape

We leave Chime behind, sobbing softly to herself and flee with Cade as our guide. I refuse to allow my heart to soften, calling gently to the calm to claim me. It does, sweeping over my senses, my body like a gift, though one that has its own price. I'll pay it, whatever the cost. This task of mine is nearing its end and I can't afford to be weak.

Someone grunts faintly ahead, a boy goes down, followed by a girl, both bloodied and silent when I run past them. I speed up, catching Cade, no longer willing to simply follow. I need to see, to be aware of where he leads us. I would never be so foolish as to trust him. Expect the betrayal I now know is coming.

Jinder's people are terrible watchdogs, too busy looking out to even pay attention to what's going on within their stronghold. The two final guards at the small doorway Cade guides us to don't even flinch until we're on them, and even then they simply stare in shock, unbelieving we were able to escape.