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Other Books in the Endgame series
Novels:
The Calling
Sky Key
Digital Novellas:
Endgame: The Training Diaries Volume 1: Origins
Endgame: The Training Diaries Volume 2: Descendant
Endgame: The Training Diaries Volume 3: Existence
Endgame: The Zero Line Chronicles Volume 1: Incite
Novella Collection:
Endgame: The Complete Training Diaries
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2016
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Endgame: The Zero Line Chronicles: Incite © 2016 by Third Floor Fun, LLC
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Source ISBN: 9780062332707
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Version: 2016-02-12
Contents
Other Books in the Endgame series
Keep Reading for Endgame the Calling
Keep Reading for Endgame the Complete Training Diaries
“So that was your first murder?”
“No. It was my first kill,” I respond. “It wasn’t planned. I’m not a murderer. I killed him, but I’m not … it’s not what you think.”
He sits down across from me at the table in the corner by the hotel window. My left wrist is handcuffed to the armrest, but it’s an old wooden chair, and when I lean back, the arm comes out of joint. I haven’t tried to push back far enough to get my handcuff off the arm yet. I have to be ready to roll when I do that. I only have one shot at escape.
“How is that not murder?” he asks, his face a mask.
“It was self-defense.” My heart is in my chest. I can’t even tell if I’m bluffing anymore, or if it’s the truth.
“You had
