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 moonlight reflects from the retreating scenery as the train rattles its way down the track. I perch on the back of the car, where I've sat since we managed to escape Los Angeles. The dog sighs next to me, unable or unwilling to sleep. I stroke his soft golden fur with an absent hand as my mind turns as fast as the iron wheels beneath me.


I like it here, alone in the night. Away from Chime's anger and Beckett's answering rage. I can't bring myself to feel anything but guilt. I've brought this upon them all. The pursuit of the Crawlers, the odd yet powerful soldier-like group who have been after me from the beginning. I think I understand why they want me, at least. My ability to kill with an accelerated form of the Sick, the very illness which has lain waste to the population of the Earth, has to be the driving force behind their need to capture me.


Chapter 46: The Train