Current Works
My current work in progress, titled The King Slayer, is a high fantasy novel with a romantic sub-plot. It is meant to be a duology but I am planning to begin querying book one as a standalone story in the fall.
This novel includes an epic journey, political intrigue, a unique magic system, and many of your favorite romance tropes (with a twist!)
Curious to hear more? Check out a brief passage from the book below.
Excerpt from The King Slayer
I was born at midnight on the winter solstice, when a rare Cheshire Moon was meant to crown the skies and illuminate the land in gold. Our people hopefully awaited the phenomenon and the good fortune it promised; Cheshire Moons during the winter months are a rare occurrence, and their presence is said to bring a decade of prosperity and peace. But on that particular night, a storm brewed in the heavens, instead cloaking the land in blinding darkness—a bad omen.
The nursemaids whispered that I was cursed, destined to bring bad luck and suffering upon our entire kingdom; because that is the fate of a child born under such circumstances. The temple vicars insisted my mother must have committed some unforgivable offense to provoke the Gods’ wrath. They urged my father to drown us both, as an offering of sorts, to clear the skies and restore their favor; he banished them from the palace and threatened anyone who came near.
My mother labored for hours, her pale brow slick with sweat, eyes rolling to the back of her head; I was stubborn and content in the warmth of her womb, or perhaps I knew what demons awaited me. She cried out in the night, begging the Gods to spare me from their cruel intentions, urging that I not be punished for whatever misdeeds she had committed. But our deities are not concerned with the suffering of us mortals, so they turned away, leaving her to endure it.
In her fury, my mother decided that if they would not alter my fate, she would do so on her own. She dragged herself into the snow on her hands and knees, turning not to the Gods, but to the elements themselves. Voice raw with defiance, she screamed into the raging storm, demanding the tempest yield to her will. And the winds answered.
They howled and tore at the sky until the clouds split apart, unveiling the Cheshire Moon grinning down upon her—omen be damned. The golden moonlight drove away the darkness, and with it, our peoples’ fears of ill-fated suffering.
They say the Gods marveled at her fierce, unrelenting force of will, her ability to sway nature itself. Instead of punishing her, they dipped their heads in quiet acknowledgement and welcomed me into the world.
Or so the stories go.