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 sun wakes me, warmth on my face and hands a welcome sensation. I sit up, the dog moaning beside me, yawning and stretching his large body before shaking with vigor. I hug him to me, feeling his body press close as he leans into the embrace, chin on my shoulder, panting softly in my ear.


"Thanks for staying with me." I whisper it out loud, not really meaning to. He chuffs softly in response, tongue finding my cheek.


Time to face the others, though I don't want to, wish I didn't have to. I don't know how to prepare for further stares, whispers. Going back to being treated like an outsider but worse, a freak... my shoulders are heavy with unhappiness as I cross to the sliding door and hop the gap to the next car. The dog leans into my legs, a steady and constant presence. He has to know what I'm feeling, to understand. To be far more intelligent than an ordinary dog.


"I wish you could talk," I say just before we cross to the sleeping car.


He barks once and I find myself smiling.


Chapter 64: Unscheduled Stop