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

Ande fiddles with a few more things while I look for a good place to stay out of his way. A window leaks fresh air into the cab and I lean out for a moment to check the track ahead. It's still dark, not much to see, just passing scrub and more moonlight over the quiet desert.


"Don't mind Ch-ch-chime," Ande says as I turn back and meet his eyes. "She's r-r-really a good person. Just... well, we're all k-k-kind of freaked out by the Crawlers being af-f-fter us."


"I'm sorry," I start to say, but he shakes his head, hopping down to join me at the window for a full breath of air expanding his skinny chest to almost comical proportions. He gently punches my arm with his little fist. He's bony, almost like Socrates, but more gangly as though he will end up very tall and very slim when he's done growing.


If he gets the chance. I try not to think that way.


Chapter 50: Andre