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

I paced my quarters, impatient now to act as I waited for Zinnia to arrive. My attempts to reach Syd-even with Mabel's 


help-failed miserably, though I didn't want my sister's help this time. I just wanted to keep her posted. This job, 


finding a way to fix things, was mine and mine alone.


But, no. Not alone. I clenched my hands into fists at my side as I paced, thinking of Sequoia and Jabut, my faithful 


Pagomaris. Where were they? I'd been unable to reach them and realized Henemordonin must have captured and imprisoned 


Worry for them had me in a frantic state by the time the door opened and Zinnia entered. All of my concern collapsed 


around me as I looked up and saw she wasn't alone.


Sequoia hugged me with a soft cry. She was slightly rumpled, but didn't appear all the worse for wear. Jabut was another 


story, split lip and cracked horn telling me he'd put up a mighty battle. Pagomaris hugged me, too, though she seemed the 


Chapter 53: Targets