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 chill air was familiar, the feeling of the cold slab under me carrying ice to my veins. I shivered in the damp, the 


thin clothing I wore no match for the underground beneath the Seat. It made me think of Syd, the dark and damp little 


stone room, how she'd ended up here herself after being accused of killing Ahbi. Of course, that was a long time ago and 


the real murderer, Ameline Benoit, was dead. And yet, I found myself wondering if Syd felt trapped the way I did. If her 


temper had ruled her or if she felt as calm as I did, knowing they couldn't hold her even if they tried.


I was grateful Rutorith chose a different level than the one I was accustomed to visiting. My cell was on a lower level 


than where we held Ram, keeping him out of harm's way, at least for now. But, for the first time, I thought of his 


precarious situation and suddenly worried what would happen to him and Portlish if Henemordonin found them.


Chapter 64: Let Them Burn