Genome (The Extinction Files, #2)

by A.G. Riddle

think we read about things we don’t have. Things we wonder about, want to see in the world. I think there’s not enough justice in this world. Too many victims—without anyone to defend them.”

“I know he used me. And my brother. Because he could. Because we were both broken and desperately wanted to feel whole again. We would do anything for a cure to what ailed us. And most of all, because we were capable of building the pieces he needed.

The tale was a cautionary one—about geniuses creating devices with unintended consequences.

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