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

Halfway through the day, a city appears, rushes toward us. Kansas City is big, sprawling. Tempting. But we've come a long way, still have lots of coal to keep us going. And more than enough food.


"Not worth it." Chime glares at the approaching buildings form her place at the rail as though they've offended her. I see her shudder a little, lean into Brick who rolls his eyes behind her back, making fun of her weakness. When he catches my gaze, he winks.


It turns out she's right. The moment we enter the city, a pack of Howls rushes toward us, chasing the train. Chime's screams at Ande to pour on more speed are ignored as the engineer, sweat pouring down his face, plays the console like a grand piano.


Chapter 70: Kansas City