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 wasn't expecting the icy chill or the grinding of stone or the splash of something that felt like acid over my skin as I tumbled out of the path I made and landed in Tulip's arms. But I was beginning to make sense of the ways of travel without doors and, teeth chattering, mumbled as much to the startled centaur.


"They have their own feeling," I said. Because that made total sense to my best friend.


She hugged me tight, spun without a word and galloped with me in her arms deeper into the Repository. I barely had time to recognize the Ancient Greek section of the massive archive before she swept me, three strides away, into the buzzing, humming, chattering welcome of the Menagerie.


It brought me great comfort to be there, better when she tucked me into the wide, sheltering fronds of a massive plant and scooted herself deep inside, too, tucking her tail and her hooves well out of sight before she rocked me against her, weeping.


Chapter 65: Menagerie