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

   Maybe I should have stayed behind to ensure that the Angels didn't do something that might start a cross-Pantheon war, but honestly if they decided to duke it out among themselves in the Crosspath like a bunch of spoiled children, well. I guess that said about as much about them as anything else they'd done.


   I had more important things to focus on, like finding out what was really happening to the Crosspath. If it was me, if it was Chaos, uncovering the secrets of the Ogdoad seemed the best course of action. And if it wasn't me, if Chaos was innocent as she seemed to think she was-at least most of the time-then this task was just as important. Whatever the source of the prophecy that had Seshat afraid and the Crosspath fading or remaking itself depending on what I chose to believe, standing around doing nothing, or hiding on my throne worrying, would just allow the bad things to happen without opposition.


Chapter 90: Failing Sun