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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It's not until the sun is going down I return to the others as the train slows then hisses to a stop. I hop down from the train to the hard-packed dirt at the side of the tracks to find my friends mixed with the crew, hunched over dinner. They welcome me silently as I take my own bowl and join them, Vander lighting a pile of kindling with a shining silver lighter. We seem to be more welcome here with the crew now, and I smile at Poppy for her brilliant idea of sharing the puppies with the others. I stroke Shade's soft black coat once as she wriggles into the curve under my raised knee, her brother burrowing close beside her.


"We're not traveling as fast," I say as I spoon up my first mouthful. "I know your train can move faster than this." I wink at Ande to take the sting out of my words. I hope he knows I'm not criticizing and from his wink back he does.


Chapter 54: Desert Stop