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

They are dead and it's my fault. All of them, gone. Beckett. Poppy. Socrates and Vander. Dear Ande, though I can't bring myself to feel for the loss of Chime. But the dog... and what's become of Shine and Shade? I swore I'd keep the puppies safe. I swore to keep them all safe.


I'm in no position to be of any help to anyone now. If I ever was. I've brought nothing but hurt and loss and grief to the ones I care about.


My mind at last falls on Duet. My damaged sister clone. Where is she? I have no doubt Solo spared her, if only to torment her. And I can't bring myself to believe Solo would kill one of us.


I should have listened to Duet. My feet itch, legs vibrate with the need to move and I find myself pacing the few short steps from one end of the cell to the other. But the motion only serves to fuel my anxiety and the growing need I have inside to do something, anything.


Chapter 100:Solo