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 didn't let Destiny have her little celebration for long, instead accepting and absorbing Chaos's continuing irritation at her smugness as my own. From the rolling of Karma's eyes and the way Mafdel snorted, I wasn't the only one who thought the tiny foreteller needed a lesson in humility.


   "Adam," I said. "What's wrong with him?" Destiny hesitated while Karma threw her hands up to smack back into her lap.


   "Seriously?" She stared at the small foreteller with intent. "You're going to keep this up, aren't you?"


   "It's worked out so far." The girl pouted, arms crossed over her narrow chest, heels thudding into the edge of the couch loudly enough to be jarring.


   "Might I suggest," Seth said in his smooth and professional way, "a moment of pondering on the benefits of understanding and how much easier things might go if information were forthcoming?"


   She wrinkled her nose at him, lips pursed into a bow. "Stop that," she said. "You're not going to make me, Seth."


Chapter 97: The Benefits Of Understanding