While We Run
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
It's 2127, and the future is at stake . . .
Abdi Taalib thought he was moving to Australia for a music scholarship. But after meeting the beautiful and brazen Tegan Oglietti, his world was turned upside down. Tegan's no ordinary girl - she died in 2027, only to be frozen and brought back to life in Abdi's time, 100 years later.
Now, all they want is for things to return to normal (or as normal as they can be), but the government has other ideas. Especially since the two just spilled the secrets behind Australia's cryonics project to the world. On the run, Abdi and Tegan have no idea who they can trust - and, when they uncover startling new details about the program, they realize that thousands of lives may be in their hands.
Karen Healey offers a suspenseful, page-turning companion to When We Wake that will keep readers on the edge of their seats and make them call into question their own ideas about morality -- and mortality, too.
warped that into making her a showpiece. I’d always loved to perform; when I was too mired in my head to talk, I could always reach people with music. So they demanded performance of me on their terms, not mine, and had stopped me from reaching anyone at all. The people in charge had imprisoned us and hurt us, and they’d done it so that we’d fix the public-relations problem they’d so richly deserved. “Break a leg,” Diane whispered, and gently stroked the back of my neck. “And remember what I
Practically Swiss.” Tegan laughed, that sudden bright explosion that was her true laugh. Not the mannered chime she’d developed for them. I had thought I would never hear that genuine laugh again. I kissed her while the sound still spilled from her lips, as if I could share that joy with her if I caught it on her breath. She kissed me back, warm and teasing, and we broke apart to grin foolishly at each other, giddy. I saw the shadow sweep across Tegan’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wanted
camps, setting up a family in a business they could maintain. If he’d been willing to make the money a gift, not a loan, it could have contributed to another medical center or a shower block, or another appeal to the World Court. But he’d stood there and nodded as Tegan told them that Australia didn’t have resources. “I can be serious,” I said, holding her gaze. I wasn’t allowed to break eye contact. “Serious and convincing,” Diane said, and the back of my neck exploded. The pain coursed down
“Washington let something slip about a Phase Two. And they’ve locked the trapdoor.” Tegan looked alert. “Zaneisha said… what did she say?” I cast my mind back and repeated Lat’s and Washington’s words. “Is that exactly right?” Tegan asked. “Yes,” I said, mildly annoyed. I had the family memory—very useful for studying, remembering complicated maps in video-game scenarios, and accurate eavesdropping. “She was tipping you off,” Tegan decided. “Zaneisha doesn’t just let things slip. Bethari, go
from us. He thought he was helping, I suppose.” “But?” “But he was going to take you to the hospital, knowing it would mean giving you back to SADU. He thought you could be put in cryosuspension if you couldn’t be saved.” Tegan’s exhale of breath was more than a sigh but less than a sob. “I would have hated him for that,” she said. I had to be fair. “I think he knew that. I think your life was more important to him.” Lat, at least, had tried to do things for the right reasons. “Did you think