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

My arm ached from being held over my head, gripped tightly in Xeoniteridone's grasp.


"Behold!" His voice carried on a wave of magic over the roaring throng of demons. "Your Ruler is among us!"


Detachment made it difficult to process the dimness I felt from the crowd, the quiet of their minds, though their voices 


were loud and growing louder by the moment as they celebrated my arrival. How odd, their false passion, controlled by 


nectar and their sorcery through the Planeless leader's grasp on them, as tight a hold as he had on me.


The last day had been a whirlwind tour of all the planes, carried down the devouring black tunnels of sorcery travel, 


myself pinned to Xeoniteridone's side, a proudly displayed trophy. I took the time to observe, held myself still and 


quiet, though I knew I could destroy him at any moment I chose. A small part of me knew I should feel excitement at the 


fact, but I couldn't muster emotion, not yet. If ever again.


Chapter 72: Assembly