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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I'm slung over strong shoulders, the press of cybernetic skin against my flesh where my t-shirt rides up.


"Have to go," Duet whispers to herself as she spins and heads for the open door. I can only see behind her, my head bobbing helplessly, watch us pass through the gaping doorway, leap the bodies of three downed Crawlers, the hall passing at rapid speed as Duet carries me away. "Have to go."


I struggle against her, feel the fog lifting this time. Did they misjudge the dose? Perhaps my body in its powerful healing capacity has finally adjusted. For whatever reason, I'm groggy still, but awake and aware and fight Duet for the right to use my own two feet.


She stops suddenly, dumps me next to her where I sway and wonder if it was such a good idea after all. Duet's eyes are full of madness, lips drawn back in a scowl so fierce I worry for her state of mind.


Chapter 101: Sister's Keeper