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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I spin, searching for the source of the painful sound, spot one of Cade's people going down with blood spurting from his neck. Chaos erupts, Cade is shouting, hand falling free, the others yelling to be heard, as they tumble over each other in an attempt to escape.


Cade's dream is a fallacy. I know it now. The kids are trained to run, not to fight. The shouting all blends together in my head, white noise I ignore as I look around me, searching for the source of the attack.


Poppy appears from behind the back corner of the Crawler car and flicks a wave. She's gone as quickly as she appeared, just as two more of Cade's kids fall, one with his eyes rolling back, the second looking down at the arrow shaft protruding from his still-pulsing heart.


Chapter 22: Friends In Low Places