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International Bestseller

National Book Award Winner

ALA Newbery Honor

ALA Printz Honor

“It is a pleasure to read science fiction that’s full of warm, strong characters―people who are really fond of one another, children who are ignorant and vulnerable, powerful evildoers whom one can pity, good people who make mistakes. It’s a pleasure to read science fiction that doesn’t rely on violence as the solution to complex problems of right and wrong. It’s a pleasure to read The House of the Scorpion!” -- Ursula K. LeGuin

“Fabulous.” -- Diana Wynne Jones

“Strong, rough, exciting reading.” ― Chicago Tribune

“A story rich in twists and tangles, heroes and heroines . . . and often dazzlingly beautiful descriptive prose.” ― The Boston Globe

* “Farmer's novel . . . hits close to home, raising questions of what it means to be human, what is the value of life, and what are the responsibilities of a society. Readers will be hooked from the first page.” - Publishers Weekly, starred review

* “Powerful [and] ultimately hopeful. . . . A remarkable coming-of-age story.” - Booklist, starred review

* “An inspiring tale of friendship, survival, hope, and transcendence.” - Kirkus, starred review

“Mind-expanding fiction for older teens that also works for adults." ― USA Today

Chapter 1: In the Beginning
1 IN THE BEGINNING
In the beginning there were thirty-six of them, thirty-six droplets of life so tiny that Eduardo could see them only under a microscope. He studied them anxiously in the darkened room.

Water bubbled through tubes that snaked around the warm, humid walls. Air was sucked into growth chambers. A dull, red light shone on the faces of the workers as they watched their own arrays of little glass dishes. Each one contained a drop of life.

Eduardo moved his dishes, one after the other, under the lens of the microscope. The cells were perfect―or so it seemed. Each was furnished with all it needed to grow. So much knowledge was hidden in that tiny world! Even Eduardo, who understood the process very well, was awed. The cell already understood what color hair it was to have, how tall it would become, and even whether it preferred spinach to broccoli. It might even have a hazy desire for music or crossword puzzles. All that was hidden in the droplet.

Finally the round outlines quivered and lines appeared, dividing the cells in two. Eduardo sighed. It was going to be all right. He watched the samples grow, and then he carefully moved them to the incubator.

But it wasn’t all right. Something about the food, the heat, the light was wrong, and the man didn’t know what it was. Very quickly over half of them died. There were only fifteen now, and Eduardo felt a cold lump in his stomach. If he failed, he would be sent to the Farms, and then what would become of Anna and the children, and his father, who was so old?

“It’s okay,” said Lisa, so close by that Eduardo jumped. She was one of the senior technicians. She had worked for so many years in the dark, her face was chalk white and her blue veins were visible through her skin.

“How can it be okay?” Eduardo said.

“The cells were frozen over a hundred years ago. They can’t be as healthy as samples taken yesterday.”

“That long,” the man marveled.

“But some of them should grow,” Lisa said sternly.

So Eduardo began to worry again. And for a month everything went well. The day came when he implanted the tiny embryos in the brood cows. The cows were lined up, patiently waiting. They were fed by tubes, and their bodies were exercised by giant metal arms that grasped their legs and flexed them as though the cows were walking through an endless field. Now and then an animal moved its jaws in an attempt to chew cud.

Did they dream of dandelions? Eduardo wondered. Did they feel a phantom wind blowing tall grass against their legs? Their brains were filled with quiet joy from implants in their skulls. Were they aware of the children growing in their wombs?

Perhaps the cows hated what had been done to them, because they certainly rejected the embryos. One after another the infants, at this point no larger than minnows, died.

Until there was only one.

Eduardo slept badly at night. He cried out in his sleep, and Anna asked what was the matter. He couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t say that if this last embryo died, he would be stripped of his job. He would be sent to the Farms. And she, Anna, and their children and his father would be cast out to walk the hot, dusty roads.

But that one embryo grew until it was clearly a being with arms and legs and a sweet, dreaming face. Eduardo watched it through scanners. “You hold my life in your hands,” he told the infant. As though it could hear, the infant flexed its tiny body in the womb until it was turned toward the man. And Eduardo felt an unreasoning stir of affection.

When the day came, Eduardo received the newborn into his hands as though it were his own child. His eyes blurred as he laid it in a crib and reached for the needle that would blunt its intelligence.

“Don’t fix that one,” said Lisa, hastily catching his arm. “It’s a Matteo Alacran. They’re always left intact.”

Have I done you a favor? thought Eduardo as he watched the baby turn its head toward the bustling nurses in their starched, white uniforms. Will you thank me for it later?

2002 National Book Award Winner
ALA 2003 Newbery Honor
ALA Printz Honor

Discover this internationally bestselling, National Book Award？winning young adult classic about what it means to be human with an updated, reimagined cover!

Matt Alacran wasn’t born. He was harvested.

His DNA came from El Patron, the drug-lord ruler of the country of Opium. Most people hate and fear clones like Matt―except for El Patron. El Patron loves Matt as he loves himself, because Matt is himself.

As Matt struggles to understand his existence, he is threatened by a sinister cast of characters, and realizes escape is his only chance to survive. But escape from the Alacran Estate is no guarantee of freedom.