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Scarred, Bound by Shadows Book One
Magic runs strong in me, but power isn’t enough.
Magic confers an unnatural beauty on everyone with talent. Everyone except me, that is. I’m a witch, to be sure. No doubt about my birthright. When I was young, Mother hid me away until I was old enough to hold a glamour to conceal my flaws.
Girgori, Circle of Assassins Book Five
I like things neat, so shoot me. Or poison me. Or run me through with a broadsword. Doesn’t matter how you try to end me, werewolves are immortal.
Back to liking things neat…I’ve been killing forever, both as a wolf and as a man.
Hunted, Wayward Mage Book Two
Learn magic they said. Or at least shore up your paltry skills. Talk is cheap, and that edict has cost me dearly.
I had a comfortable life, once upon a time. A quiet life. One where I’d carved a realistic niche for myself. No more. Power is seductive, and a bitch of a mistress. Once I pulled the cork out of that bottle, a million genies sallied forth.
Salvaged, Wayward Mage Book Three
Life used to be simple. I solved cases for mortals, earning myself a solid reputation as a crack detective. And I basked in the adoration of every animal, bird, and sea creature known to man—or sorcerer.
My animal mage part is the same, but everything else has changed.
Tiana, Wayward Mage Book Four
I need more time to train Tiana, but our enemies won’t wait for the young Sidhe Queen to embrace her full power.
At the drop of a hat—seemingly—I became a mother. Not that I’d ever considered the possibility of parenthood. If I had, whatever I came up with would have been far off the mark.
About Ann
I’m basically a mountaineer at heart. I remember many hours at my desk where my body may have been stuck inside four walls, but my soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. There’s a timeless element to the mountains. They feel like old friends as I visit them, and visit them again. There’s nothing like standing on a remote pass where I’ve been before and seeing that the vista is unchanged. Or on an equally remote peak. Mountains are the bones of the world. They’ll prevail long after all of us are dust. It feels honest and humbling to share space with them. I hope I’m blessed with many more years to wander the local landscape. The memories are incomparable. They warm me and help me believe there will be something left for our children and their children after them.