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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 · 科幻
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125 Chs

Chapter 38: Gault's Farewell

I look for Beckett, to tell him what I've seen, only to find him hovering over Poppy. It's then I know I have to leave, but I can't tell him. He'll want to come with me and this is his only chance to be safe. Socrates too. The boy is finally asleep himself, an open book on his chest.

It's easy to sneak past them all, sleeping so deeply, even Beckett who has his back to me. I retrieve my pack, head for the hub corridor. I need to speak to Vander, find another way out. I don't want to use the entrance we came in, just in case we were somehow followed. I wish now we'd figured out a way to cover the manhole, but will mention it to Vander before I leave.

I catch him entering Gault's room and follow. My hand finds his shoulder, turns him around. Tears streak down Vander's face and my heart stops for a moment.

"Gault?" I glance at the four-poster bed.

"He's almost gone." Vander chokes on the words. "It's happening so fast, I was sure he had time left."