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

Mist wove itself around me, Chaos burbling her song of rage and delight. Come for me? How dare these children of my realm offer any kind of veiled threat to their mistress? I would crush them, devour them, send their meager souls back into Creation's arms in screaming agony. Well, Chaos would. I did my best to rein her in and give benefit of doubt to exactly what "come for Eve" actually meant.


"Know now," the same lead harpy said, her voice settling from the high-pitched audible attack to a more mellow tone, "we have refused, as a collective, the command to fetch her out."


That tempered the mist somewhat, allowed me to seize control of Chaos and wrangle her under control, though she snarled at the implication of I told you so. "Who thinks they can command the creatures of Chaos against their own mistress?"


The two winged monsters flanking their vocal leader paled, heads bowing, while their spokesharpy shrugged.


Chapter 38: Flight Of The Harpies