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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The dog is barking. The sound of it pulls at me through the darkness as surely as the statue drew me, as I now know Solo drew me, calling me to pay attention, to be careful. I'm aware I'm unconscious, fight to wake even as I want to simply slip back into the quiet peace of the beckoning black.


Her face appears before me, she's shouting for me, the one I love so much. My mother. But the dog is loud, so loud, I can't hear what she's saying over his barking.


I lurch awake, to my feet, reaching for him, but I'm alone, his anguished cries for me only an echo. It takes a moment for reality to reassert, though I feel completely alert and aware. It's as if my brain needs to reboot, as though I'm like Duet, more machine than human.


Chapter 99: Dauphine