What's Your Superpower?

August 8, 2016


If you could do anything, what would it be?


Me personally? I would be able to breathe underwater. As a former competitive swimmer and current mermaid aficionado, breathing underwater would be at the tippy-top of my Superpower Dream Sheet - followed closely by breathing fire, being able to organize a sock drawer, flying, and wiggling my nose to do the dishes. 

I hate dishes. 

Now, my characters all have a little something, something up their sleeve. But then again, none of my characters are human. Immortal beings guarding the gates of the beyond need to have a little extra help, know what I'm sayin'. Here are a couple of the abilities that some of my characters possess:
Phoenix – A perpetually regenerating creature with an indeterminate life span. Appears human when resting, but when fully phased, displays Fireskin and Wings. They can heal from any and all wounds including but not limited to: beheadings, explosions, heart removal, etc, unless the wound comes into contact with Morganite. They congregate in groups known as Legions, led by a Primary Oracle as their leader. There are different types of Phoenixes with added abilities.

Fireskin – When phased, a Phoenix can blaze an aura of fire around their body known as Fireskin. It does not damage clothing, but can be used to burn surroundings and enemies when enough concentration is used. 

Wings – Phoenixes can fly and display wings when they have phased. Phasing and displaying of wings is initially a very painful process but loses its agony after full maturity. The wings can damage clothing and nearby objects. Every Phoenix’s wings differ, and bonded mates’ wings usually match. When a Phoenix is sick, near the end of their lifespan, or if their soul has turned evil, the wings will begin to molt, shedding their feathers rapidly.

Wraith – A perpetually regenerating creature with indeterminate lifespan. A Wraith appears human when resting, but when fully phased the iris and sclera of their eyes bleed to black, they grow talons and fangs and can hiss like snakes. Most Wraiths can move from one place to another on a wisp of smoke after they reach maturity. As they age the distances, they can travel increase. A Wraith’s main function is to ferry the souls of the evil to hell.


See - my peeps are doing some crazy stuff and need all the help they can get!


Want to dip your toe into a world of

Phoenixes & Wraiths?
Need a teaser to whet your pallet?
Look below!



~Scattered Ashes~
Ashes to Ashes
Book One



Aurelia - 1855


I can’t breathe. The trees are a blur of green, brown, yellow, red and black, the colors tumbling and writhing together in my mind. I can’t see them, but I know they are there. Just like I know something’s wrong.
I can’t find him.

I can’t.
I can’t.
The mulch-like growth and rocks on the forest floor crunch and squish together under my feet as I scramble through the bedrock and finish climbing the first foothill.
Stupid skirt.
Stupid slippery shoes.
I’m not moving fast enough, but in my state, I’m surprised I can move at all. The stitch in my side is cutting off my breath.
Where are they? I stop and search the sky, but I know it’s too late. The sky is rapidly turning the inky black of evening in the early Fall, and with no moon out tonight, I’ll never see the sky as properly as I should.
The first blow comes, and I cry out in agony as a wound splits open on the back of my forearm.
But there’s no one here.
I hear no one and see no one, but a large gaping wound has torn open my arm from wrist to elbow. I smell the coppery bite of blood as the warm, sticky stream seeps down past my fingers and drips onto the dirt, swiftly devoured by the dry soil below.
Blackness clouds my vision for a minute, but I force myself to forget the constant pulse of my wound and pull myself together. I rip a swath off my billowing skirt and use the fabric to bind my arm in an effort to stem the bleeding. The navy blue patterned fabric turns indigo from the blood quickly oozing from my wound.
I pick myself up off the gritty forest floor and start walking, rather than the panicked pace of before. I can’t run with this wound. I’m already pushing it with this silly corset, especially in my condition.
There. I hear it, and I know I was right. They are clashing together somewhere in the distance.

They are going to kill each other.



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