Rosewicket Wicca Coven

Set stared at her, a tight frown curving his lips, and for a moment a sharp flash of hate, anger, resentment--I wasn't sure--came into his gold eyes.

"I'm not going to be a God.  I don't want to be cold, unfeeling, untouchable. I want to be touched."

-from 'The Most Wonderful Life', part of the Gold Trilogy

I'm a writer.  I love writing, can hardly stop writing.  It's like my air.  My water and food.  I love writing so much and I also hate it passionately because it's so hard to make my writing meet my standards.  I blame it on reading to much fanfiction.

I let my fingers tap against his steel knuckles and a sigh broke my lips.  Shakti--I still hadn't figured out why a human had chosen a God name--glared at me.  Or leered.  I wasn't sure.

"Don't you have better things to do then play with an Angel?" he hissed.  I clicked my tongue at him and gestured to Deep, the Angel's unnaturally blue eyes focusing in and out like a camera.

"Not playing.  I'm taking care of.  Deep's going out."

"Oh.  What's that mean again?"

I sigh.  How am I ever going to live with these humans?  Nevermind that I am one.

-from '316', part of the Gold Trilogy

I write mostly gay fantasy fiction with a spiritual and environmental focus.  The book I'm working on right now focuses on a reluctant activist who gets involved in alien rights.  I'm really excited about it, and it's coming along beautifully but slowly.

"What I think," Emillie started, her voice sweet and her gold eyes carving elaborate patterns into his skin, "is that you're in love with him."

Of course it was the truth.  Antinous wanted to scream; how had she not seen it earlier?  From the moment he'd seen Hadrian's portrait he'd been in love.  He'd drowned in it, drowned in the wrongness of it, drowned in her own love for the same man.  There was nothing he could trust in, when Emillie crooned and placed her hand against his own slender fingers, nothing he could trust in but Hadrian's words.  And those were so far away, far away in the hot sun and color so different from the grey walls of Emillie's castle.

"The two men I've loved most in my life have betrayed me," she murmured.

"I've done nothing to you," he replied, and it was the wrong thing to say, the wrong words, because Emillie's face hitched in the most unattractive scowl.

And then she hit him.

-from 'The Great Legends of Sacrea', part of the Gold Trilogy