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

It wasn't until I set foot on the first step of the temple I realized just why Mafdel was so uncomfortable here, or at least had a glimmer of her disquiet. Don't get me wrong, I was well aware of the fate of Pantheons that lost their worshippers. Once vast, great realms faded and retreated, becoming stagnant, still, grief-filled places of longing for days gone by. It was probably a good thing we could only go so far back in Time. Or the Pantheons that had faded would still be as powerful as ever. And there was only so much to go around.


The child in me recalled an impression of Ra, though I didn't remember him talking much. Just a vague impression of a shining man in a yellow throne looking up at the sky. I did recollect, though, how beautiful it was, how vibrant and humming with life, feeling ancient, secret, but welcoming, embracing and bursting with overabundance of life and power.


Chapter 54: Ra's Temple