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.

Sibling Rivalry

I loved my sister with all my heart, but there were times like these when I hated her, too. I tried very hard not to allow the reality of being Syd’s little sister weigh on me, but it was so difficult when my entire life was about scrutiny, either from those who couldn’t wait for me to screw up, or from my family who watched with barely-concealed concern. Everyone waited for me to crack under the pressure.

The next person who compared anything I accomplished to what Syd would have done was going to perish in flame and agony.

Meira might sit on First Seat, but her initial four years as Ruler haven’t been as easy as she thought they’d be. Thanks to her father’s new policies, Meira’s power has been diverted away from Ruler and into the hands of her Second Seat and grandfather, Henemordonin, as well as the greedy and grasping court of Demonicon. Struggling to regain control while being constantly bullied and tormented, Meira faces a fresh concern—a cult of mysterious demons has risen in the outer planes, preaching love and peace, finding followers where no religion has ever succeeded before.

First Plane Trilogy

The walk back to my quarters was quiet, Sassafras trotting along at my feet. I expected my grandfather to appear and try 


to bully me, but he remained absent, much to my happiness. Not that I was left alone, though. When I entered my appointed 


suite, I immediately went to Bakari who waited for me by the large, square window looking out over the city.


"They are here," he said without preamble.


His pronouncement brought me to a halt as I tried to fathom what he was talking about. My mind lingered, still in the 


"The Planeless." I spoke the name in a gasp of escaping air. "How many?"


He shrugged, the graceful act of an irritated animal. "Not many," he said. "Yet. They remain thin and scattered in 


number. But the incidents of this new nectar use are climbing and, I fear, are connected as you thought to the rise of 


Why was I not surprised he knew of the nectar and my suspicions of its use? For all I knew, his sect had spies 


Chapter 23: Mabel