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 stood once again in the Crosspath, feeling disoriented and detached, staring at Life's door, wondering if I was ever going to make the last ten or so steps to it or not. How long had I stood here, hugging myself, fighting myself, knowing I had to go in and confront Isis but doubting doing so without the information Blossom was uncovering for me?


   I should have killed her when I took Life from her, ended her existence the way she tried to trick me into ending Dad's. Been done with it, remorseless and instant as I had done to my sister, Ophelia. But I didn't. I'd left Isis alive, thinking her part in my existence over, her role to play now relegated to her throne and her Pantheon. How little I knew or understood about her motivations and manipulations outside my own personal experience.


Chapter 92: Death's Door