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

Lilith reacted first, moving with the speed of a vengeful serpent, putting herself between me and the strange woman. Didn't seem to matter. The newcomer moved with her own lithe grace, circling us, forcing Lilith to wrap me in coils as she spun, head swaying, neck spreading into a threatening hood.


But the woman didn't strike, her arrow loose on the string of her bow, the weapon held low near her black leather clad thigh. Tall boots hugged her to her knees, a tight vest of the same supple leather hugging her narrow chest. Pin-straight black hair shone in the sun dappling the space, thin lines of darkness drawing out the corners of her almond eyes over her angular cheekbones. Olive tinted skin and delicate features told me she was Egyptian, the Eye of Ra tattooed on one muscular bicep the final piece of the puzzle.


So, from Mom's Pantheon. Had she been sent to try to finish me off? And, was she right? Was my physical form vulnerable?


Chapter 47: Assassin