I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

What if Death fell in love with Life and they had a daughter…?

Life or Death
The old man’s body arched, his eyes flying open, a moan escaping his lips while the heart rate monitor speeded before settling into a strong, healthy rhythm. I jerked my hand back, weight in my chest as the mist dissipated and left me to stare at the body in the bed.
While Nero’s hand grasped my arm and pulled me forcefully away, I knew the truth. The old man’s eyes fluttered, opened. And he smiled at me. Alive. Healthy. Full of Life when his fate was Death.
No. Not again.

Her unique parentage ensures Eve isn't like her angel siblings. She brings Death at the beginning of Life and Life to those meant to die. Her continuing failures create constant disaster for her parents and the mortals she tries so hard to serve. But when Eve accidentally interferes with the Loom of Creation, she sets off a chain of events that leads her to finally understand who she really is.

Eternal Daughter

The door's transparency drew me on, the proverbial moth circling a flame. Only it was simply me being pulled by the mist lingering inside me for as long as I could remember. No more did it hover without power, now surging its excitement as if it had a life of its own. The key felt lighter and lighter while I drew closer, the silver seeming to meld itself to my hand as though my skin itself were the same material and it would dissolve at any moment.


Once again the mist emerged from me, though this time I didn't falter, stronger for its departure, caldera of emotions vibrating. The mist within gushed forward in a wall of joyful coils and filled in the place where the door should be.


Chapter 21: The Key