Genesis

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Categories: Science Fiction
Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Eternal Press | Date published: 03/07/2012

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Sometimes death leads you to life? Chris Fletcher, government experiment, healer, lover and friend, heads to San Francisco, where she again attempts to hunt down the man who created her, all the while being hunted herself. As she seeks out the person who wants to kill her, she not only meets new friends, but discovers that her story has become something of a legend. While the underground experiment community has lifted her up to hero status, Chris knows the danger in such a thing and puts her focus on finding her maker. But, in the end, what she seeks to destroy may end up changing her life forever. Excerpt: There were two women and one man. I had only known their kind once before in my life. I was? I guess the word is overjoyed at having found them. The man was big, muscular but not too much, and had close cropped black hair. His eyes were golden brown, much darker than Jonas's yellow ones, but still holding the same mystery. His face was a chiseled, utter perfection. Had he been another being I would have recommended modeling to him and his friends. The women were just as beautiful and perfect. The taller one looked much like the man, who I knew to be her brother. She had long, flowing raven black hair that reached to her waist. Her eyes were the same deep gold color. Her features were striking, enough to make any man stop in his tracks. The other woman, the one who thought of herself as their sister but technically was not, had shorter hair, blonde and soft. She was obviously the strong one, more of a leader than even the man was. She was plain, though still lovely, but I knew she was the wild one. Her eyes, when they finally locked on mine and noticed me watching them, were sky blue, bright and powerful. They reminded me a little of Starch's. Her name was Ripley, and she recognized me in an instant. Much to my surprise - or is it dismay? - she practically worshipped me. She spoke of me as often as she could, made it her mission in life to seek out the woman who started the revolution. Well, I found her, and she wasn't going to let me leave her sights until she got a proper introduction. Though I had no idea what she was thinking when the word 'revolution' went through her head. I am about the furthest thing from a revolutionary I can think of.