Falls the Shadow
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Cate’s sister may be a clone, but that doesn’t make her a killer. Does it? Murder, morality, and a slow-burning romance fill the pages of this futuristic thriller “for die-hard fans of Divergent and The Hunger Games” (Kirkus Reviews).
When Cate Benson was a kid, her sister, Violet, died. Two hours after the funeral, Cate’s family picked up Violet’s replacement like nothing had happened. Because Cate’s parents are among those who decided to give their children a sort of immortality by cloning them at birth—which means this new Violet has the same face. The same perfect smile. She even has all of the same memories as the girl she replaced.
She also might have murdered the most popular girl in school.
At least, that’s what the paparazzi and the anti-cloning protestors want everyone to think: that clones are violent, unpredictable monsters. Cate is used to hearing all that. She’s used to defending her sister, too. But Violet has vanished, and when Cate sets out to find her, she ends up in the line of fire instead. Because Cate is getting dangerously close to secrets that will rock the foundation of everything she thought was true.
she let it down—which was almost never—it fell in pretty waves all the way to her elbows. “How are your flowers?” she asked, shutting the mirror with a sudden snap! that made me jump. “Dying,” I answered, holding them up so she could see how they drooped. She frowned. “You shouldn’t hold them so tightly.” She got up, took the flowers, and went over to the water fountain in the corner of the room, then grabbed one of the little paper cups beside it. “Maybe we can get them to perk up before your
day. So with any luck, Huxley won’t learn—at least not from me—exactly what’s happened, or where we’re going from here. They’ll realize something is up when my clone’s memories for the past hours turn up as nothing except static, of course, but this might buy us some time at least. While I work on trying to figure out how the tiny jamming device works, Jaxon finds Seth’s knife. He cuts strips from one of the ragged pillowcases and twists them together into a sort of bracelet, fitting it around
on the woods and face him. I can’t run from him, either, no matter how much I might want to right now. “You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?” I ask. I don’t know why, out of everything else I should be worried about, those are the first words that come to my mind. I guess I just don’t like the thought of leaving him when he’s still upset with me. Just in case I don’t come back. “I’m not mad,” he says. But his shoulders are stiff as he leans on the fence next to me, and his tone is obviously
until he finally stops struggling and starts to calm down. With Seth restrained, I look back at Violet. Anger flickers across her dark features. I brace myself but don’t move; not until her shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath and she flings the gun into a puddle at my feet. Then I bend slowly to pick it up, not taking my gaze off her. Her lips curl back into an almost-snarl. “Next time I won’t be here, and he can just shoot you,” she says. Before I can answer her, I feel Jaxon’s hand on
sounds like someone threw their whole body against it this time, judging by the way the steel screeches and groans under the weight. I shut my eyes and try to imagine I’m anywhere else, but open them a second later when I feel Jaxon move past me. He’s inching his way out from underneath the desk, getting dangerously close to the light flooding in from the hole in the door. I grab his arm just as he lifts his gun. “What are you doing?” I whisper, jerking him back. “They just know that someone’s