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

My feet are grateful for solid ground as I step down onto the station walkway, the calm wrapping around me like an old friend. I welcome it and the heightened state of awareness it gives me, but feel it devouring more of me than ever. I try to ignore the whisper of fear in the back of my mind. The anxiety someday it will eat me up until only the fighting machine remains fades in favor of surveying my surroundings.


Vander descends next to me, the glow of his skin lighting enough of the platform I can tell someone's been here before us. The glass is intact, area reasonably clean of debris. Beckett's voice reaches me from above.


I shrug, turn and help the dog down, taking a puppy from Beckett's hands as Poppy descends without asking first. "As we'll ever be, I suppose." I look around, feel around. We're alone, at least for now. "But stay close," I say to her, tapping the end of her nose with my fingertip.


Chapter 61: Train Station