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 stumbled down the stairs to the Book, looked down at the final entry and gasped, clutching my hand to my open mouth, stabbing pain jerking me around and throwing me through the realm's threshold and out the other side. Far too late, of course, to do anything to change the inevitability of Death. I'd lost that power when Chaos claimed me. But at least I could be there for the one I cared about when she needed me most.


   I crashed through Death's dark, rose-scented threshold and into the Repository, feeling its agony even as the deaths occurred, the pain rippling through the fabric of the realm. Chaos shrieked her rage, her desire, her despair as she threw me at two limp, large bodies sprawled across the stone floor and the figure hovering over them.


Chapter 93: The Book Of Death