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

I paced my room, confused and frustrated. Half tempted to ask Dad about the Repository, even to approach Mom about it. Something was going on and it had to do with me, I was sure of it. I'd brought conflict to the centaurs who managed Creation's library, that much was clear. And perhaps unknowingly threw things off kilter by touching the Loom. I wanted to know the truth. And make things right if I could.


Of course, there was a chance I was overreacting and blaming myself for something that had nothing to do with me. Except for the vision I'd now had twice, a vision that could easily explain the closure of the Repository. I couldn't get the pixie's reaction out of my head, her fear and anxiety, the way she acted. And Blossom, treating me like I wasn't welcome... though could I blame her if the vision had come to pass? Not that my reasoning helped. Her rejection hurt so deeply I shied from it, unable and unwilling to accept what it might mean.


Chapter 22: Projections