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

Why can't they leave me alone? I find a curb to sit on, to catch my breath and take a moment to stop crying when the dog presses his nose into my shoulder. Him at least I can hug, though I know I'll lose him too when this is done.


It's not fair. But when I try to push the dog away he growls at me and plants himself.


"Just leave me alone." I shove against his shoulder. He snaps at me and licks my cheek. "I said go." Again the defiance. This time he head butts me, hard in the chest.


"Fine." I hug my knees to me so he can't force his way into my lap, further into my heart. "Stay. I don't care."


He whines softly before one paw lifts, settles on my foot.


"I'm going alone." I snap it at him like a weapon, but I think he's ready for me.


The dog bares his teeth before tilting his head to the side, ears up.


"Don't even try to follow me." I make no move to rise, go through with my threatened departure. I don't have the energy.


He just watches me with those deep and intelligent eyes.


Chapter 115: Going It Alone