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

It's morning before the train starts to slow and my fear wakes, though I've not slept a wink. My friends are tense as Socrates goes forward to check in, only to have him come back with a look of relief and a handful of cans for breakfast.


"There's a clump of trees growing around the track ahead," he says. "They have to be cleared away before we can go on."


Duet hums over her can of preserved fruit, unaware we're all looking at her as if we've dodged some terrible fate. Perhaps we have.


When the train stops I'm the first one off, just needing distance and a moment away from everyone but, inevitably, when I find a fallen log to sit on out of sight of the train Duet appears to thump down beside me.


"You're mad." Her mouth turns down, voice vibrating. "I did bad."


"No," I say. "You did what you knew to do." I hug her with one arm. "It's okay, Duet." How can I make her leave me alone when she's so broken?


Chapter 80