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

We sat in silence a long moment until the Egyptian goddess broke it by tossing her hands and shuddering off her own grim anxiety, returning to the watchful, still person I'd first met. Mafdel grunted, standing again, graceful and deadly in her movements. I wondered if she knew how scary she seemed just pushing herself to her feet without apparent effort? Likely something she'd cultivated. I know I would have, were I in her line of work. "Idiots," she muttered then, surprising me with her frustration. "No foresight." Who was she talking about? The Pantheons who wanted me dead? Likely. "They have to know killing your mortal form will mean freeing Chaos."


"Surely they do," Lilith said. "They can't all have a collective death wish?" She actually spluttered, her serpent's tongue quivering a few inches beyond her blunt snout.


Chapter 48: Mafdel