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

The door leads into a giant dome full of plants, the air moist and very warm, smelling of life and flowers. The same soft light shines down on us from embedded bulbs far above. I know we're underground, but I don't feel the oppression of the earth above me at all.


Socrates runs here and there, examining different rows of growing things, his excitement contagious. I finger the soft leaves of a plant, find myself smiling at the sensation.


Everyone breathes deeply, taking in the scent of the air as though we hadn't just come from outdoors. There is a flavor to it, a freshness and promise driving my spirits upward and I can see I'm not the only one.


It's Poppy who breaks our happy bubble, though her question is innocent. "I wonder who takes care of the flowers?"


Socrates meets my eyes instantly, smile falling away. "Good question," he says. "Let's find out."


Chapter 36: Bright