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

Xeoniteridone's full pause of concern made me smile. Even more so when I felt Ram's mind touch mine.


The drach have completed the delivery, he sent. The antidote is now away.


Excellent. Knowing things were about to get ugly, I threw a net of power around Xeoniteridone and myself, much as I would 


if I were engaging in a battle for Plane status, only many times stronger than normal. Xeoniteridone registered my act as 


I cut us off from the rest of the room with a sudden grin.


"You weaken your power," he said, suddenly sly, shifting his weight forward, staff at the ready. "To protect those who 


care nothing for you and barely deserve to lick your boots."


"Think what you like," I said, letting my magic out to pool at my feet, climbing like a living vine around my legs, 


rising behind me in a wall of flame, the amber tinted with white-thanks to him and his odd power-and black. "But maybe 


you should consider I have the strength to spare, Xeon."


Chapter 80: Weak Spot