About The Demon Rift

 “68% of the Universe is dark energy. It is a complete mystery what it is.”  National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA)

In a dark universe, a planet churns in the bowels of chaos.

It was old when, peering though the shifting folds of the barrier, it glimpsed our world. It witnessed Earth’s smoldering beginning, its parade of life and the rise of Man. And it entered our dreams, whispering, cajoling and hissing promises of glory and power, but instead, it means to feed on our destruction. To gain unfettered access, there must be a rift in the barrier and so, it creates a saboteur.

It’s 2004. There are no smart phones, no Facebook, no Snapchat or Instagram.

“The Mall” is the new town square, a place to hang for mall rats and best friends and a mecca for shoppers. With the Grand Opening of Redhill Mall many hope that it will revive the Ohio town’s dying economy.

As Christmas approaches, it seems they may be right. Then the murders begin. On Christmas Eve in 2004, the saboteur has plans for Mall shoppers searching for last minute gifts. Madonna Bedonne, a young mall worker, knows that unless she can defeat the saboteur, she, her friends and hundreds of shoppers will die in . . . THE DEMON RIFT.




The child stepped into the light. Curious,
 the eyes . . . their color looked almost yellow.
 Perhaps it was the lamplight. One would think
 them hazel, then a sort of green with
 flecks of gold . . . Red pools swirled in
 the yellow eyes as the boy began to smile,
 his mouth widening into an impossible grin.
 Crispin had seen that grin once before,
 at Regents Park.
 There was a hyena at the London Zoo . . .

The boy cocked his head. “What were you thinking?”
Thinking? I’m thinking . . . his feet were caught in ice.
Not possible . . . ice. His body was a BLOCK OF ICE. 
The bottle was part of him. Knock him hard, and he would
 smash into a million bits, slivers and shards.

The ship tilted and he began to slide . . .
 his feet paralyzed . . . stiff . . . a bloke
 in ice, a block of ice . . . tilting/listing/
 swinging, up and down . . . rolling on the rail . . .
 what kind of splash . . .
 His heart slowed, the blood hesitating . . . 
 still a drop left for a hungry shark.


The Demon Rift is available on Amazon in paperback and on Kindle. Here’s a link to the Kindle version: The Demon Rift

 About me: 

I live in Southern California. After working as an actress and then, as a casting director, I decided to get a real job. I became a credentialed English teacher working in East LA and the San Fernando Valley.  As usual, my timing was impeccable. Two years later, the economy tanked, however all was not lost: While I was teaching English, I started to write.

I’ve always loved a good horror novel. Dracula, Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House, The Exorcist, Levin’s Rosemary’s Baby, wonderful works of humor and terror by Stephen King–these most people know. My Kindle is full of horror novels–stories of ghosts, vampires, witches, werewolves and inexplicable evil–by established writers and some less known.

My family history includes Great Uncle Arthur, who had been an inmate at the Ohio State Penitentiary which famously burned to the ground in 1930, killing 320 prisoners.   No one knows what caused the prison to burn, but there are stories of ghosts–prisoners still trapped where the prison once stood. The early part of the 20th century was a hard time to be poor, especially if you were a child . I grew up hearing my grandfather’s (Uncle Arthur’s brother) stories about being a “charity kid” in an Ohio orphanage during the early 1900’s. These stories led to The Demon Rift .

When I was fifteen, we moved from Kentucky to a small house in Glendale California, where I discovered a treasure–a cardboard box filled with science fiction paperbacks.  Heinlein’s Have Spacesuit Will Travel was the only sci fi  novel I had come across in the small Kentucky library I left behind.  It was a blissful summer.  There were stories by Asimov, Sturgeon, Bradbury and eerie novels like The Circus of Dr. Lao. I have loved science fiction since the house in Glendale. Tales from Babylon Dreams, a novel taking place in virtual reality is my second novel. Another short story, “The Seventh Folding of Willow Sprite,” is about an online romance gone wrong.

I’ve also co-authored articles on the science of dreams published in the Huffington Post.

Currently, I’m working on The Daevas, a novel chronicling the life of a woman who is stalked by demi-gods and Shemathra’s Realm, a sequel to Tales from Babylon Dreams. 

Links to my Huffington Post Dream articles and my short story, 
"The Why of Denise,"published on Strange Fictions-zine:

Why Do We Believe Dreams Are So Real While We’re Dreaming?

To Sleep, Perchance to Lucid Dream