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.
Excerpt:
Twain
drew in a breath. His sponsor moved toward the window. He put his
hand to the glass and did a quick, complex tap sequence with his
fingers. The frosted cover went across halfway, revealing transparent
glass.
Bright
blue sky. Twain’s eyes widened.
Twigg
gestured for Twain to come closer. “Be careful now,” Twigg
warned. “Make sure nobody sees you.”
Twain
eagerly stepped forward and peered out, his eyes taking in greedy
gulps of the world outside. Concrete buildings. The street. Figures
walking across the pavement—five of them. Boys his age wearing the
same uniform as his sponsor. More joined them. There were ten,
twelve. As if multiplying, a dozen more Clans walked past. Countless
numbers of them!
Twain’s heart yearned to be with them. They looked exactly like
him, except that their hair was cut close to the scalp.
Twain
touched his own hair, which Twigg had allowed to grow longer. “Our
hair is different.”
“You
don’t need it cut often,” Twigg replied. “Nobody sees you.”
“But
we are the same once our hair is cut. We can go out there.”
“Look
closer.”
Twain
narrowed his eyes and inspected the boys. It was difficult to see
them in detail from afar. Their eyes were fierce, but it could be
because they were squinting in the sun.
“We
are the same,” Twain repeated.
“You
can’t see the difference?” Twigg tapped the glass again.
The
frosted sheathing slowly slid back. Twain made a cry of
disappointment, trying to keep his eyes on the boys for as long as
possible.
“I’ll
show you,” Twigg said.
“Father,”
Twain implored, pointing at the window. “Please, let us see them
again. We…” Twain stopped.
Twigg
removed his glasses for the first time. The glasses had been like the
windows—hiding something.
His
sponsor’s irises were dark.
Twain
gasped. “What happened to your eyes, Father?”
Twigg’s
eyes softened with something like pity. Is that how Twigg’s eyes
always looked behind his glasses? “Nothing. We Clans all have brown
eyes.”
Twain
glanced back at the frosted window, remembering the boys’ eyes that
seemed darker.
So…
I can’t
get better.
“We
understand, Father. We are sorry for asking questions.” Twain
walked past his sponsor, his steps quickening as he got farther away.
Once
he was in the bathroom, his head spun. Pain seeped into his heart. He
approached the mirror. His irises were so light they almost matched
the white walls behind him.
Twain’s
vision blurred, his reflection dissolving away into a fog like the
figures he had watched for the past seventeen years.
He
was a glitch, hidden from the perfect world—never to be healed.
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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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.
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