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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Duet's immediate reaction is expected. "It's a trap."


While I have my own fears about that fact, I trust Beckett and know there is one way to convince my sister she won't be able to debate.


"We have to save Poppy." I know it's unfair, that I'm manipulating Duet, but her next act is to run back to the SUV so I know I've reached her.


The moment the door closes beside me, I feel him again


flashes of images, of fire and Crawlers and dying kids


I jerk loose as we pass over a large bump. "That way," I gasp, pointing toward the distance. He feels close, very close in fact.


Duet bounces over the edge into the grassed median, driving along the side of the road. It's smoother here, less torn up by frost and time. And then I'm


with him again, screaming, he's drawing back his bow


Chapter 92: Rescue Effort