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

   We clung to each other for a long time, Destiny giving us some space. I could hear her talking, the murmurs of Tulip and Mafdel as the three spoke, felt the flickers of their auras but blocked them out so I could just stand there and hug Adam like I'd wanted to since the moment we met.


   It was silly in a lot of ways, really, how attached I felt to him. After all I'd known him for only a handful of days, speaking with him only a few times. But the connection I felt ran deeper than Time, than Chaos, than anything. I hesitated to call it love, only because I had no idea what that meant and really didn't feel like attaching a teenaged crush cliché to what he meant to me. If I was in love with him, I wanted to figure that out how I was meant to, over long days together and on dates that seemed out of reach for me right now. Endless talks while we held hands and kissed if I was so lucky. Not in haste because I felt like it should be love.


Chapter 85: Adam