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 expected a few things to happen as my consciousness slowed down. The entirety of my existence seemed to fall into a puddle of sticky lack of motion despite my anxiously pounding heart. First, I fully anticipated the impact of the raging Furies against the full power of Chaos who howled her defiance and surged around me, driving me upward into her persona as a storm broke over me. Second, I figured the protections of the Repository would react and take me down, take the Furies down, do something to stop this disaster waiting to happen.


What I didn't expect was for the entirety of the archive of Creation to gather itself in one giant breath of oh, no you don't and slam its power into the oncoming freight train of Death and destruction while grasping me firmly in what remained of its power and wrapping me in a bubble of safety.


Chapter 67: Protected