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 leave the others behind, though the dog refuses to let me go alone. And so does Beckett.


"She's my responsibility," he says, though I know his need to find her is much more than that.


Oddly, Duet doesn't argue when I tell her I'm going without her. She just meets my eyes for a moment before hugging me. "Three," she says. "Love you."


My heart clenches as I embrace her. "Love you, Two."


She giggles softly, a little girl's sound, reminding me of who she used to be. I release her, walk away, the dog on one side and Beckett on the other.


It's not far. We've returned the whole way, it seems, much farther than I expected. Beckett, the dog and I emerge from the parking garage at Macy's department store and head down West 43rd to 5th Avenue. From there, it's a straight shot all the way to 34th and the building in question, though I know our journey there, a mere nine city blocks, will be far more complicated than my memory tells me.


Chapter 110: Manhattan