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 should be nervous. I've been through so much since this started, know better than to stir up more trouble for us. But in this instant, staring into those flat, dark eyes of a boy who has to look up to meet my gaze, I can't bring myself to feel intimidated.


"You can thank Dauphine," I snap back, sliding out the coin and throwing it at him. "She's the one who sent me here. Thinking you would be able to help me. She told me you were different." She hadn't, but I figure he doesn't know that.


I expect the ego stroke to affect him. No luck. He studies the silver dollar carefully, eyebrows pulling into a frown, more thoughtful than angry.


"She's calling in her favor, I see." Socrates meets my gaze again. "Did she tell you the original promise was never fulfilled? She supplied the information I needed, but not the final product." He tosses the coin back to me. "Without the merchandise she was hired to find, the deal is null and void."


Chapter 28: Socrates