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'm not sure following me through the Egyptian Pantheon realm was what Mafdel had in mind, especially not trailing after a frothing, raging Chaos bent on kicking some Isis ass. She didn't argue with me, though, and neither did Tulip who stayed behind with Seth.


Oddly, he wasn't all that happy about my choice, to find me in full Chaos mode though I held my own height instead of choosing to take on the gargantuan presence I had at my command.


Mind you, I wasn't really paying attention to him, not when the gods and goddesses who took turns yelling at my advisor in a variety of languages had one look at me and ran like terrified children from the bogeywoman. I suppose I was, the dreaded Chaos, come to kill their spouses and eat their babies and do horrible, unmentionable things to their livestock. Or something equally as stupid.


Chapter 53: Egyptian Realm