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 could have gone home, retreated to Chaos to talk to Seth and maybe spend the next several hours-or days-wondering what happened while doing the safe and smart thing. The responsible realm ruler thing. After all, maybe I had done damage to Undertown without knowing it. I was Chaos, wasn't I? The bringer of trouble and the maker of messes.


But the mist within didn't react until we felt something happen, until the attack started. It was a reactionary response, not an instigation. And so, with my brow tight and a small headache starting behind my eyes, I exited the skull door and waited for it to close.


The giant, pale being that guarded Dad's door didn't seem angry with me, but it was defiantly rattled, the jaw hanging slightly askew, its giant presence off kilter. I set one hand on it, helped it steady itself and it answered with a soft clacking of its teeth before straightening itself out again.


"I'll find out what happened," I told it.


Chapter 40: Repository