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 paced the wide, rough stone corridor outside the large, airy bedroom where Seth had placed Adam, arms tight around myself as I waited with growing anxiety for the three monsters within to finally tell me what was wrong with my friend. I shouldn't have been surprised there were healers among the denizens of the Mist realm, though the idea that some of the monsters who Chaos created had good purposes for mortals instead of foul hadn't really crossed my mind. After all, monsters were monsters, weren't they? Meant to cause strife or fear or use trickery to hurt and punish. I had no idea there were those among my subjects who had helpful skills, who spent their existence hiding from the ones they assisted simply because they looked like monsters.


   It certainly made me stop and reconsider how I felt about my realm. And myself for that matter.


Chapter 87: Unexplained Sleep