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 stumbled again, out into the open, wanting to creep closer but somehow managing to catch my toe on the edge of the stack. And so, with all the grace of a floundering walrus, I tripped my way into the center of the concrete aisle with a soft meep of embarrassment.


Shouting or not, centaur hearing was excellent and I didn't exactly do my best to sneak up on them. I'd learned their ability to catch the softest sound well enough trying to play hide-and-seek with Tulip in the stacks. She said I breathed so loudly she could find me anywhere. And her mother, Blossom, always knew we were awake no matter how quiet we tried to be the few times I was allowed to sleep over as a girl.


But it wasn't the kind and gentle momma centaur who would come and sing to us then tuck us in again when we fell asleep who turned to face me now. I'd loved Blossom once, still did. That's why it hurt so much to see the reflexive revulsion and fear on her face when she realized I was there.


Chapter 41: Overruled