Published Works
Ballad of a Broken Songbird
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It’s not possible to outrun your own head, but by the grace of all the gods, Vitani is going to try. As a hellspawn with horns, a tail, and a gift for the kind of magic capable of ripping minds apart from the inside out, fitting in has never been easy. With home a thing of the past and her future unknown, Vitani fights her way towards a life that isn’t haunted by memory, that doesn’t flinch at the thought of the future, and that might manage to do some good in its time. Together with a substance-abusing wood elf, a shy ranger, a hulking half-orc, and another mysterious hellspawn who might be more like her than she’ll admit, Vitani embarks upon an adventure that will end either with her finally finding peace, or getting cut to pieces on the way there. Full of fighting, politics, and a good number of drinking songs, Ballad of the Broken Songbird is a litrpg perfect for fans of Brandon Sanderson or Samantha Shannon. Read for free on Royal Road (link in bio). New chapters posted every week!
Beyond Words Literary Magazine
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He doesn't need to speak her language to see apprehension in the press of her bubble-gum frown, and though reassurances spill from his mouth so quickly he isn’t sure if they are in English or Spanish, she is unresponsive.
The dock is crowded, something more familiar to him than the shoes on his feet, but Eveline stares around with curled shoulders, shrinking into herself as if she can roll her body up like an insect and wheel away, back to her one-lane town and abusive father.
Embark Literary Journal
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“I appreciate the breathing room.”
“You have a tracker embedded in your skull. It’s not as if you can go anywhere I can’t find you.”
Planet Scumm Magazine
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The sun has been rising for three days now. I haven’t seen this sky, on this planet, in so long, I forget how deep the purples get. They stain the clouds, little wispy things that will be gone by sun-high, but for now they are beautiful. The dry earth shakes before my eyes, a lazy undulation that beckons me in. The air shudders under the heat; the mirrors that keep the sun from frying us can only do so much in the summers.
It’s been nearly six years—these years, not Earth ones—since I’ve been home. The sight is painful. I almost wish I never left.
Night Picnic Press
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There was a time I could call myself powerful. A time I would look out from my throne and judge myself a ruler — a queen, I could say, though we did not have that word then. If someone had knelt before my booted feet, asking what I feared most, I would have given them the wrong answer.
Livina Press
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His voice dropped to a whisper. “Will you promise you won’t hate me?”
A pang went through Cora’s chest. “I’ve never hated you, dear. I won’t start now.”
Door is a Jar
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Before I can stop myself, my lips move, and the words that tumble out are ones I promised I would whisper only to my pillow: What if I married a woman? Would you still be against it then?