I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE
The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything...
 
"Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." 

Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. 

I haven't a clue who I am. 
 
Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall?
 
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Clone Chronicles

I'm led inside the bunkers where athletes once retreated after a game. There are showers, with hot running water. Cade, smirking and winking, leaves me to clean up, guarded by two trembling girls.


The dog remains with me, stretched out full length at the entrance to the open tiled room, his eyes locked on my watchers though they don't seem to notice him at all. I do my best to ignore them, inhaling the scent of flowers from the hard cake of soap. It's been only a few days since I was clean but it feels like forever.


Globs of matted hair run down the drain as I struggle with the knots. I have a flash of memory, my long, dark hair being brushed while a woman's voice hums low, a sweet song of love and longing. I blink away water mingling with my tears at the memory before jerking the valve off.


Chapter 21: Gilded Cage