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

I watch them a moment, the small crowd of kids, as they talk among themselves. How can I do what I know I need to, send them to their deaths so I can ensure they never live this life at all?


The dog's wet nose against my hand startles me out of my rigor and drives me forward, into their circle. Ever meets my eyes, hers steady, unjudging, open. She knows what I'm going to say already.


"We need to move quickly." I crouch in the center of the circle, hands dangling over my knees, eyes locked on an old stain in the concrete. "We're running out of time."


"What changed your mind?" Beckett's voice is soft, but his words cut me close.


"I know what I am." I meet his gaze without the guilt I was sure would come. "What has to happen now. And as much as I wish things could be different, this world, the way it is... it has to end."


"Then we move now." Ever stands even as I join her.


"An hour." I look down at the dog. "I just need an hour. Be ready."


Chapter 116: Modified