Locke Jenkins has some catching up to do. After spending 260 years as a disembodied mind in a little black box, he has a perfect new body. But before he can move on with his unexpected new life, he'll have to return the Favor he accepted from the shadowy resistance group known as the Network.
Locke must infiltrate the home of a government official by gaining the trust of his daughter, seventeen-year-old Raine, and he soon finds himself pulled deep into the world of the resistanceand into Raine's life.
With Fox Forever, Mary E. Pearson brings the story she began in The Adoration of Jenna Fox and continued in The Fox Inheritance to a breathtaking conclusion as Locke discovers that being truly human requires much more than flesh and blood.
About the Author
Mary E. Pearson is the author of six previous novels for teens, including The Adoration of Jenna Fox, The Fox Inheritance, and The Miles Between. She writes full-time from her home in Carlsbad, California, where she lives with her husband and two dogs.
Matthew Brown's narration credits include Matthew Dicks's Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend and Mary E. Pearson's Fox series. He received a 2011 AudioFile Best Audiobook Award for Young Adult & Fantasy for his reading of The Adoration of Jenna Fox.
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I stare at my gravestone. Locke Jenkins. They paid too much for it. More than they could afford. I wonder what slick salesman talked them into it. I reach out and run my fingers over the recessed letters. The L is nearly as weathered away as the life I once had.
Closure. That’s what I came for, but now that I’m standing here, I think that letting go of the past doesn’t come in a single moment. Maybe the past has to fade away slowly like letters in granite. Worn away over time by wind, rain, and tears. Maybe that’s why they did it, ordered a ridiculously expensive gravestone for a small urn of ashes. Maybe that was their way of letting me fade away slowly.
I look at their graves to the right of mine. I wish I had brought flowers for them. What kind did my mother like? I can’t remember. Did I ever know?
I know it’s normal to forget. That’s part of letting go, but my memories are all I have, my only connection to the original me. On a daily basis, I search the details of my life, the conversations, the routines, the fears, the small in-between moments that connected one day to the next, all the voices that have come and gone in my life, still whispering to me. Everything that might help me to understand who I am now. A man, a boy, a something. I promised Jenna I would find out.
I glance up at a shadowy figure fifty yards away. He’s been following me ever since the train station. He stoops like he’s visiting a grave. He thinks that fools me? Watching my back has become second nature. But I play his game. Maybe he plans to mug me. That wouldn’t be a good idea. If he’s smart he’ll reconsider.
The phone tab in my pack vibrates, but I ignore it. I’ve had to wait for this world for so long, now the world will have to wait for me. My parents deserve that much. I keep waiting for a feeling that doesn’t come. A realization. Maybe even a message from the universe. I only hear a graveyard full of silence. Not even the sounds of grief. I know they cried plenty for me. I never got the chance to cry for them, and now it seems too late. The world has passed me by.
I fill the void with my own message instead, a whisper to my parents. “I’m okay.”
After 260 years it’s a pretty pathetic offering, but I know that’s what they’d want to hear. Or that I had just been elected president. I smile at the thought, remembering all the things they hoped I would be. They never would have guessed that I’d end up like this. My dad, at least, might be impressed, in a horrified sort of way.
Yeah. I’m okay. For them, I have to be.
I look up. The stranger who was following me is gone. Maybe he really was visiting someone here, his good-byes too late, just like mine. I head for the main gate of the cemetery, weaving my way through tombstones and memorials. The cemetery looks like it’s been abandoned for decades, the grounds in disrepair, weeds and rubble filling spaces where grass used to grow, but I suppose the dead don’t really care.
My phone vibrates again. Miesha’s called three times today, Jenna once, and Kayla once. Who’s next? Allys? When I—
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I spin but my feet are already flying up, my pack sailing from my shoulder, a kick at the back of my legs sending me sprawling to the ground. I roll, but he’s already on me, his knee on my chest, rage in his eyes. His weight is nothing. I could toss him, smashing his skull into the stone cherub just feet away.
“Back off, man. I’ll give you three seconds. And then I’m going to seriously hurt you.” And I will. I’ve learned that giving people second chances can lead to disaster. Gatsbro taught me that.
He grins and that’s when I recognize him. A scar slashes his face from his temple to the corner of his mouth. In an instant a blade is at my throat, no time to react or push him away. He presses it against my skin with precise pressure. “Lesson one: Never give the enemy a warning.” He pushes away from me and stands, shaking his head. “Get your miserable ass off the ground and let’s go.”
I stand, brushing the dirt from my coat. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m on my way to Manchester next. I’ve got business there.”
“You were told to go directly to Boston. Not here or anywhere else. You promised a Favor.”
“I don’t always do like I’m told. You better get that straight right now.” I walk over and retrieve my pack from the base of a tombstone. “I have things to take care of,” I tell him. “I’ll make good on my promise in a few days. Maybe less. It won’t take me long to find what I need to know in Manchester.”
Disgust fills his face. “I knew you were the wrong person for this.” He turns and walks away.
“Wait a minute!” I call and follow behind him. “Wait!” I yell again. He doesn’t stop. I double my stride so I’m walking next to him. “It’s only a Favor. What difference does a few days make?”
He stops abruptly and faces me. “Don’t bother showing up in a few days. By then he might be dead.”
I stare at his face, trying to read it. He’s exaggerating. He thinks I’m just a stupid seventeen-year-old kid. He doesn’t like me. I’m not sure he likes anyone. Except maybe this person he wants to help. When I agreed to return the Favor the Network had done for me, they didn’t tell me who the Favor was for or what it was they wanted me to do, but I assumed it was something small. For God’s sake, they don’t even know me. The Network thinks you have some special abilities that could do the job.
Just how much did Jenna tell them about me? Do they know? Is that the look on Mr. F’s face now? Revulsion? Am I making his skin crawl because of what I am?
“What’s your real name?” I ask. “I need to know that much.”
“For now, it stays Mr. F. You’ll know more when you need to know more.”
And he’s scared. This is more than just a Favor. Way more. What have I agreed to? I could back out right now. He’d let me. Probably even be glad if I did. To him, maybe I’m even less than a Non-pact. There’s always a pecking order, no matter how lowly you are.
“Let’s go,” I say.
And I walk away with an asshole who I’m not sure I trust and who’s way faster with a blade than any Non-pact should be.
Text copyright © 2013 by Mary E. Pearson
Table of Contents
A Pig's Eye,
A Bot Named Dot,
Turning Out the Lights,
A Sudden Dip,
The Rules of the Game,
Out of the Comfort Zone,
Facing Plan B,
Needing to Know,
In the Tower,
A Deadly Walk,
Affairs in Order,
The Smallest Things,
Thirty Years Later,
Praise for the Jenna Fox Chronicles,
About the Author,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
After immersing myself in the Jenna Fox Chronicles, and reading what was one of my favorite series of all time, all I can say is "wow". I loved this series! I never expected to like it as much as I did, considering that there is a sci-fi element to the story, but I fell in love with the story and the characters and I'm sad to leave them behind. I've never read anything quite like this series before. The premise is so unique, and the thought that Locke and Kara's minds were trapped inside computers is hauntingly realistic and terrifying. It made me interested in the story from the very beginning and I just had to know what was going to happen once Locke and Kara got their bodies back. Book one, The Adoration of Jenna Fox, is told from Jenna's perspective, and books two and three are told from Locke's perspective. I didn't think I could like Locke's voice more than Jenna's, but I did. He was a very likable character, so steady and loyal. I loved watching him grow throughout the series. Fox Forever is the perfect ending to an awesome series. I love that the books span a long time period, which gives them a lot of depth and intensity. The ending was bittersweet, and Pearson managed to really surprise me with the epilogue. I love a good epilogue, and this one was perfect. So sweet and I loved getting a last glimpse of my favorite characters. I highly recommend this series to fans of dystopia, sci-fi and YA. It's excellent, and I can't wait to see what Mary Pearson comes up with next!
Loved, Loved, and Loved the ending of this trilogy! The author is so gifted; I haven't felt "in the thick of the action" in such a long time w/any trilogy - do yourself a favor and read all three of theses. Mary saved the best for last - you will LOVE this ending!
I wasn't sure what to expect as this book eould focus soley on Locke and his journey, but I was extremely glad I read it. It really wraps up Locke's and Jenna's story. Without giving anything away I love how Locke grows and cones to term wirhvhis situation especially getting over Jenna and making his own place and making a difference. Definately worth the read!
Locke was called in for a favor from the Network in his hometown. Little did he know the favor was to rescue a person. His job was to get in good with the Secretary's daughter and then find info on where this person was being held. But his feelings started to get involved. I thought the series ended on a good note. I thought this was the best book. This book always had something going on to keep your interest.
Such a fulfilling ending to an incredible journey.
MISQUE RISKE: Extreme. Perfect.
Is Kara still alive?