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 hated second guessing myself or my father but fell into that trap deeper and deeper all the way to the door to Heaven. Maybe if we'd stumbled across Seth or Lilith or Mafdel, one of them could have convinced me to stop, to turn back and say no to my father. But none of them appeared, as if the choice I made triggered Destiny after all and she held anyone who could change my mind at bay.


   What was so wrong about going to see the Angels? I fretted over the question while Dad led the way, dragging my feet as I followed him. Even the Crosspath felt slightly off, as if it held its breath, waiting to see what would happen. I envisioned stepping through the doorway and into Dad's home realm, triggering instant destruction of all Creation with just a simple sneaker tread.


Chapter 82: Gates Of Heaven