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

Pathetic, really, that's me. Eve, Daughter of Life and Death, Chaos personified, Creation's biggest disaster waiting to happen and more powerful than the gods of the Pantheons and Mistress of the newly woken Mist realm. With far better things to do, one would think, than lurk behind a burly maple tree on the outskirts of a park watching the tall, handsome mortal boy play basketball with his friends.


Like I said, pathetic. And yet, I couldn't stop myself or resist peeking in on him. Adam Worth had been a source of comfort for me not so long ago, a dying young man in a hospital bed with a quick and kind sense of humor, a big heart despite his impending passing and his own layers of pain that made me feel like we might be two peas from the same sad, broken pod.


Chapter 32: Chaos Personified