by Realm Lovejoy
Release Date: 11/12/13
Summary from Goodreads:
Clans are Unity.
No variation. No deviation.
On Clades, to be a Clan is to be an exact copy.
A perfect society cloning themselves to survive, even as the zombielike Frags threaten to overrun them on an unforgiving planet.
Clan 1672 (privately known as Twain) was never supposed to survive the Incubation Tank.
But he did. Illegally.
He is different from the other Clans.
A secret that could destroy him.
Kirkus
Reviews: "In
this fast-paced novel, Lovejoy uses economical prose while developing
the story’s characters and setting in detail. She also meets the
challenge of creating memorable characters in a world of identical
people..." (Read
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Excerpt :
The fetuses all faced the same way. The
glass curved and magnified them until every trickle of vein was visible.
“Clans, do not tap on the glass, as you
may disturb your fetus Brethren.”
Luge continued forward in the dark
tunnel toward the large monitor embedded in the wall. It was blue and various
data splashed across it—numbers, graphs.
Twain lagged behind the outermost edge
of the group until he could barely see Luge. The bubbling blue fluid in the
cases around him had a saltwater smell. Though most probably did not notice,
Twain knew the scent too well. Whenever he had his nausea episode, he had to
soak in a vat of Incubation Fluid—regenerative for cells, his sponsor had said.
It was lukewarm and had a musty salt smell, like blood. Just remembering the
fluid provoked nausea.
Twain rubbed his head and stared at the
ground, blinking rapidly and chewing his lip. His vision dimmed as the bitter
taste in his mouth brought him back to reality. Please don’t get sick…
“I think he looked at us,” someone
whispered with childlike wonder. 1249’s nose was almost touching the glass
capsule. The light put a halo around his slightly rumpled hair. He wasn’t
chewing his gum today, but he still had the sugary scent on him.
“His eyes are closed,” Twain said. “They
just look open because his eyelids are transparent.”
1249’s eyes caught the blue light when
he turned away from the fetus. “In which case, he sees through them…”
“Sure.” Twain looked back to the floor
and took a large gulp of air. Nausea crawled through his stomach.
“Are you all right?”
Twain looked up. “What?”
“I asked if you were all right.”
Twain noted that 1249 said “I.” Only
Father Krume and the First-Batchers were allowed to say that. Was he trying to
act like the leaders of Clan?
“Why would you ask something like that?”
“You look ill.”
Twain tried to rectify his posture as he
turned his face away. 1249 is strange.
“You have a bruise on your face,” 1249
continued.
Twain grimaced. “You can see it?”
“How can I not?”
“We thought… nobody noticed.” Twain’s
eyes darted over to 1348 who was standing among the cluster of students up
ahead.
“You afraid of him?” 1249 whispered.
“Afraid? I…” Twain started, but the word
“I” hung in the sticky air.
Slowly, 1249’s mouth curved into a
smile.
Twain backed away.
“My name is Buster,” 1249 said.
Realm Lovejoy is a writer and an artist. She was raised in Washington State and the alps of Nagano, Japan. Her father is a Japanese ex-monk and her mother an English teacher from Rhode Island. Her art is influenced by both the East and the West.
Realm aspires to tell stories
through her writing and art.
She is agented by Jessica Regel.
She is agented by Jessica Regel.
Her
upcoming YA sci-fi novel is titled CLAN, due 2013.
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That book cover looks more like a movie poster! I LOVE it! It totally draws you in and makes you wonder about the contents of the book!
ReplyDeleteI agree Meghan!! I love the cover as well :) Thanks for stopping by.
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