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

I sit on the edge of the bed and bounce gently, wondering at the luxury of a mattress to sleep on. I've spent so many nights on the hard ground or inside the train car the idea of closing my eyes under clean sheets and cradled by softness is amazing.


Duet stands in the corner, watching me, shifting from one foot to the other. After dinner, Ever took Poppy and Beckett for a tour, telling Duet to show me to my room. She's stood there ever since, the dog at her feet, not saying anything.


It's odd how comfortable I feel with her, despite her silence, as if this is the normal way of things for us. Perhaps she's more like she used to be than I know, less damaged by the delivery than by her cloning. And yet, I can't bring myself to believe the man I now know as Antoine would send her here, wherever he's sent us from, if she wasn't able to fulfill the task.


Chapter 74: About Duet