Rhiannon Paille

Once upon a time there was a pretty little girl, she was psychic but she didn't know it yet. Then she met a boy who died of leukemia and she knew. The rest is history.

When she was growing up she read a lot of books and she wrote a lot of stories. She used to eat books for breakfast, and lunch and dinner. She used to read in the fading light of dusk, squinting to see the words until they blurred into inky nothingness. And then she would dream about the boy that died. She imagined an entire life with him that included white roses, lilacs, blue houses and busy streets. She never thought she'd see him again.

And then one day her life turned into an urban fantasy. She could hear people's thoughts, and see the future, and feel people's emotions. She saw ghosts and demons and angels. She saw Ferrymen and she talked to Flames, and didn't know what any of it meant. They told her she was important, that one day she would save lives with her mind. She tried to make it go away because she thought she was crazy.

And then she moved into a blue house on a busy street and fell in love with a man she had dreamed about countless times. She had white roses and lilacs at her wedding. The pretty little girl awakened, she read minds, she fought demons, she saved lives, she helped people find their way in life.

Today she's known as Rhiannon Paille. She reads a lot, and writes a lot of stories. During the day she reads minds, heals people, and fights demons. During the nights she writes about the Ferrymen and the Flame, a boy who follows death and a girl who could destroy the world and their tragic love story. It might get published one day, but that day isn't today.

Her blog is mostly about books, writing, psychic reading, and awesome things happening in the publishing world. She's thought provoking and absurd, she's like a chinese buffet, she's not omnipotent but some people think she is, she's an over qualified over achiever and she thinks Ferrymen are sexy.