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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We are on our way back to the city when Beckett gestures to me. We're surrounded by Chime's people and while they don't seem aggressive I have no doubt they will turn on us or abandon us if circumstances change in any way.


"You're sure we can trust these people?" Beckett keeps his voice down, Socrates between us, Poppy and Vander just behind.


Socrates doesn't look up. "I trust Ande," he says. "I've known him a long time. And Chime is trustworthy, as long as you don't double cross her."


I worry his trust doesn't count for much, considering how many times we've been betrayed. Until I realize I have friends, real friends. Not everyone is out to get me. It's a comfort.


"Listen," Socrates says, "I've spent years researching this city, finding things I can use, trade, things that can make life easier. I found the coal reserve in old records."


Chapter 41: Trustworthy