Generation (Clone Chronicles Book #3) Cover Reveal
Generation
(The Imitation Series, Book 3)
Releasing
October 13, 2015
After
months of pretending to be Raven Rogen, Ven feels less like a clone
and more like a human than ever. But when Raven’s father, Titus—the
same man who engineered Ven—discovers her plan to escape,
everything she’s worked so hard for is taken away in one explosive
moment.
Now she’s imprisoned in Twig City, the secret warehouse where she grew up. She spends her days plotting ways to get back to the outside world, determined to topple Titus’s empire and free every last Imitation. But Titus’s reach is extensive and his plans are more deadly than she realized.
In the shocking conclusion to the Imitation series, one wrong move could mean the end for Ven and everyone she’s come to love.
Now she’s imprisoned in Twig City, the secret warehouse where she grew up. She spends her days plotting ways to get back to the outside world, determined to topple Titus’s empire and free every last Imitation. But Titus’s reach is extensive and his plans are more deadly than she realized.
In the shocking conclusion to the Imitation series, one wrong move could mean the end for Ven and everyone she’s come to love.
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Bonus
Scene from Linc
*Two
Months After the End of Deviation*
The
car is warm despite the chill outside. My window has fogged and I
shift trying to get a better view. My legs cramp at being bent so
long. I stretch them slowly, first right and then left. My knee pops
and I wince. Anna looks over, an apology on the edge of her lips.
“I’m
fine,” I say.
She
presses her lips together and I know what she’s thinking. We could
leave. But neither of us is willing to give up with so little to
report back.
The
mission is to watch Marla, the woman Titus uses as his gatekeeper out
of Twig City. She’s one option among a scant few that we’ve come
up with as a way in to look for Ven. Melanie suggested we follow her
and try to find a weakness, something we can use against her. But the
woman is a robot. She goes to work, she comes home, she watches The
Biggest Loser. If we don’t find anything tonight, we’ll move on.
I need to watch, to spot something we can exploit. I can’t do that
through frosted glass.
Maybe
my breaths are too heavy. I will myself to calm down. Anna’s still
watching me, her brow furrowed like she’s still trying to come up
with a way to fix me. If she only knew.
I
pretend not to see her and stare through the window. Outside, the
darkness is lit by the soft glow of the street lamps but it’s eerie
to me. Shadows encroaching on the light. Monsters plotting.
Everything in my life feels like a damn threat these days.
“You
could climb in the backseat,” Anna offers finally.
I
sigh. Anna’s always trying to please others.
“I’m
good,” I repeat, pretending the stiffness doesn’t linger when I
reposition my legs and tuck them underneath the dashboard. We’ve
been here six hours and counting. Not how I wanted to spend the
night—with a girl who isn’t Ven.
As
usual when I think of her, I wince at the ache it brings. Anna’s
gaze sharpens as she studies me across the shadowed interior of
Melanie’s car.
“She’s
fine, you know,” Anna says.
I
consider pretending not to catch her meaning but it’s no use. I’ve
been an open book with a harsh ending for months now. I pretend to
stare at Marla’s townhouse at the end of the street but I don’t
register a damn thing about it. Inside my head, Ven’s eyes blink
back at me, trusting. Her lips pucker affectionately. All of the
images are reminders that I failed her.
“How
do you know?” I ask and hate the tortured sound of my own words.
“Ven
is a fighter. She always has been. She’ll find a way to be okay.”
I
ran a hand over my hair, rubbing hard as if that will erase the
images that taunt me. “You sound really sure about that. But you
can’t know. Not really. She’s in there and we’re out here and
no one has even seen her.” Anger, helpless rotten fury, wells in my
veins. Without meaning to, my hands ball into fists in my lap.
“He
won’t kill her,” Anna says. I don’t know whether to be relieved
or dismayed that she sounds so sure. Anna can be hopeful to the point
of naïve. But right now, it’s all I’ve got to cling to. “If he
was going to do it, he would’ve done it long before that night,”
she adds.
I
lean my head back on the seat, giving up the pretense of actually
performing any recon. “How do you do that?” I ask.
“Do
what?”
I
look over in time to see her blink at me, so unaware of her own
strength. Like Ven. I grimace, shove that aside, and force myself to
focus on the present. “Be so optimistic all the time,” I say.
“Even when things look completely hopeless you’re upbeat.”
Sh
shrugs. “My Authentic was that way. Maybe she influenced me. Maybe
it’s partly my personality.” She sounds uncertain and I glance
sideways at her.
“And
the other part?”
“Families
don’t give up on each other,” she says. And it’s a
matter-of-fact kind of thing that knocks me for a loop. Guilt gnaws
at me. She’s right. And she’s family too. All of them are now and
I’ve been so wrapped up in losing Ven and trying to get her back,
I’ve forgotten all of them are messed up too.
“You’re
right,” I say, forcing myself to sound like I mean it. For Anna’s
sake. I twist to face her squarely. “We are family. And families
always fight.”
She
smiles at me but I look away. I don’t know how to tell her that
particular kind of smile, the warm, fuzzy feeling it gives, reminds
me of Ven. I don’t deserve a smile like that when I lost her to a
man like Titus Rogen.
I
clear my throat and look around for something to say. “How’s your
arm?” I ask.
She
holds it up and even in the dim lighting I see the scar is already
fading. “Much better,” she says.
I
grunt, glad to see the infection didn’t cause permanent damage.
Cutting out a GPS tracker is risky business. But she’s right, it
looks a lot better. Much more healed than my sorry ass broken heart.
I look up at Marla’s house one last time and start the engine.
There’s nothing for us here. We’re going to have to do this
another way.
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Everyone
is exactly like me. There is no one like me.
Ven wrestles with these contradicting truths every day. A clone of wealthy eighteen-year-old Raven Rogen, Ven knows everything about the girl she was created to serve: the clothes she wears, the boys she loves, the friends she loves to hate. Yet she’s never met the Authentic Raven face-to-face. Imitations like Ven only get to leave the lab when they’re needed—to replace a dead Authentic, donate an organ, or complete a specific mission. And Raven has neverneeded Ven . . . until now.
When there is an attack on Raven’s life, Ven is thrust into the real world, posing as Raven to draw out the people who tried to harm her. But as Ven dives deeper into Raven’s world, she begins to question everything she was ever told. She exists for Raven, but is she prepared to sacrifice herself for a girl she’s never met?
Ven wrestles with these contradicting truths every day. A clone of wealthy eighteen-year-old Raven Rogen, Ven knows everything about the girl she was created to serve: the clothes she wears, the boys she loves, the friends she loves to hate. Yet she’s never met the Authentic Raven face-to-face. Imitations like Ven only get to leave the lab when they’re needed—to replace a dead Authentic, donate an organ, or complete a specific mission. And Raven has neverneeded Ven . . . until now.
When there is an attack on Raven’s life, Ven is thrust into the real world, posing as Raven to draw out the people who tried to harm her. But as Ven dives deeper into Raven’s world, she begins to question everything she was ever told. She exists for Raven, but is she prepared to sacrifice herself for a girl she’s never met?
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