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 find Poppy curled up around the puppies, the rest of our friends standing off to the side, talking by the light of Vander. Beckett looks up, beckons me but I ignore him, at least for now. His frown follows my actions when the lantern makes a soft thunk as I set it down in the middle of the area they'd cleared for sleeping. Poppy's eyes flicker open to catch mine at the sound.


"I'm tired of talking," she says. Yawns. Golden Shine mimics her before snuggling closer with a soft murmur and a smack of his lips.


"I know," I say, stretching out next to her, head on my arm, stroking a clump of hair from her cheek, back behind her ear. "But I have a question for you."


Tears well, trickling down to pool in the hollow of her eye and nose before spilling down the line of her nose and into her hair. "You're going to ask me about him, aren't you?"


My lips find her forehead before I press my cheek to hers and hug her, the puppies between us. "Did he save you, Poppy? Did Brick save you?"


Chapter 49: A Question For Poppy