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 settle onto a car bench seat, torn out of the vehicle it was made for and dumped on the hard ground. It's comfortable still, no springs emerging, the upholstery actually intact. My body isn't tired, I realize, just my heart. So when Poppy appears, the sling around her neck once again, two wiggling puppies poking their heads out, I slide down and make room for her to join me.


I help her feed Shine and Shade, so happy to see them, smiling as their little tongues sweep over my fingers after each morsel offered, cleaning up every last scrap. Poppy hands the rest of the can to the dog who licks it out with relish before settling at our feet. The puppies wriggle down inside the jacket and are asleep in moments, Shine upside down so Poppy can rub his round little belly.


It's enough for me to heal, bring me back, at least enough I don't feel that soul-deep weariness anymore. I hug her around her shoulders, the puppies between us, resting my cheek on her hair.


Chapter 23: Not Alone