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

We run forever, around the library, through the park, weaving and zigzagging, though in time the Crawlers stop their chase, turn around, go back. I have to wonder why. Can only assume Solo has other plans.


And now instead of just Poppy, she has Duet as well.


The calm fades from me as I pant to a halt near the mouth of West 43rd and 6th, the Avenue of the Americas. The name always made me smile when I was younger. Now it's just another name in another dead city.


The others are waiting for us inside the parking garage, hunched together near the entrance.


"We tried to stop her." Socrates hugs me. "But she went crazy, took the SUV." He looks around me at Beckett, the dog. "What happened?" Tears form in his eyes, spill over. "Where's Duet?" Her name comes out as a wail and I hug him close, not for the first time reminding myself he's just a boy. As brilliant as he is, as intelligent and thoughtful, he's still only a kid.


Chapter 112: Ever