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 long before a shadow falls over me and I realize the dog isn't my only visitor. I look up and manage a real smile for Beckett. His own face is creased with regret, shoulders hunched, one hand shoved deep into the front pocket of his pants, the other hiding behind his back as if he's afraid to show me what he's holding.


"Trio." He hesitates, sighs. "I'm sorry."


I pat the log I sit on, an invitation he accepts even as he relents, hand coming forward. He bends and hands the dog a second bone, this one red with extra flesh. The golden lab takes it with great grace before switching to the meatier offering. I avert my eyes, more interested on focusing elsewhere anyway.


"I shouldn't have yelled at you." He looks away, hands clenched in his lap. "It's not your fault."


Chapter 66: Beckett