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 old soldier was my grandfather's creature, I knew that already. But with Henemordonin gone, maybe the demon would 


listen to me. I held myself still in the large chair I had Jabuticabron bring into my quarters, mimicking my 


grandfather's throne-like presence in his office, hoping to intimidate or, at least, influence Rutorith's opinion enough 


He entered reluctantly, flanked by several guards, while Sequoia glared and Jabut flexed his giant muscles in fury. But 


it was Mabel who faced Rutorith down most effectively, silent and staring from her diamond eyes, and I copied her 


He must believe you care not for his standing, Ahbi sent. Who knows what your grandfather has told him to this point. 


Intimidation will not work with this demon. You must be firm and in command of yourself in order to impress him.


I agreed with her assessment, though the fact I had to impress anyone actually pissed me off.


Chapter 47: Martial Law