The Human (The Eden Trilogy) (25 page)

I reached into my pocket, and slowly, never breaking his gaze, pulled it from my pocket.  “West had it.  That’s how I learned what I really was.  We thought the plans were for an electromagnetic pulse.”

Dr. Evans broke out in a laugh and clapped his cybernetic hands together.  “Brilliant.  Just brilliant.  Isn’t it fascinating how fate works?”

“You’re a scientist,” I said, holding the notebook tight to my chest, feeling suddenly protective of it.  “You aren’t supposed to believe in fate.”

“Trust me, my dear girl,” he said, a gleam in his eye.  “In a world where you and I exist, one can’t not believe in fate.”

“The plans, the drawings,” I breathed.  “They’re not just for your average Pulse, are they?”

“The plans are for something so much bigger,” he said, his voice rising in excitement.  “And you are the key to making it work.”

Something rose up inside of me.  Something bigger than me, something that was more hopeful and daring than I.  Something that met the sky and the earth and the water.  Something that dared to dream of a normal life.

“How?” I asked.

“Are you ready?” Dr. Evans asked.  “Are you ready to save this planet, Eve Two?”

“I am.”

END OF BOOK TWO

DON’T MISS BOOK THREE

THE EVE

COMING JANUARY 2014

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

You all have no idea how scary this was to write this book.  Committing to writing a trilogy takes guts in a way you can’t understand unless you’ve been there.  But it was my readers who gave me the courage.  This book never would have been written if you all hadn’t demanded it.  And I am so glad that you did.  So first and foremost, thank you to all of you readers.

Thank you to Jenni Merritt, as always for cheering me along and helping me to plow through messy sentences and scenes.  Thank you to Dad, Tim, and Steven for reading this in its early stages and helping me to make it into something people could read.

Thank you to my husband and children who put up with my crazy writing habits.  And thank you Heavenly Father, as usual, for giving me the love of writing and everything else.

Keary Taylor grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now resides on a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their two young children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night.

Please visit KearyTaylor.com to learn more about her and her writing process.