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

Try though I did over the next several, tense hours, I couldn't reach my dad. I left my throne and retreated to see if I could uncover what was going on. No amount of prodding the private door to Death or fuming or worrying did anything to help, either. The entry to his personal space had sealed itself against me, leaving me without any options and, as I wound myself up tighter and tighter alone in my head and my back quarters, I finally snapped.


I didn't have Chaos to blame, either. This crack down the middle was all mine. Sure, she was happy to feed it once the fault line appeared, but my fears for Dad had nothing to do with the swirling, cranky mist waiting for me to do something already.


Seth appeared as if from nowhere, his favorite mode of entry, and took in my determined stare, my shaking hands. "Mistress," he said. "What's happened?"


Chapter 61: Missing Death