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 sat in my private quarters with the sweet child at my feet, gurgling in her utter joy over the toys Adam offered her. It was hard not to smile, not to think that maybe Isis gave me a gift despite all she'd done to bring Delilah into Creation. How could I think badly of the sweet, innocent toddler who stuffed a handful of the little toy centaur into her mouth with her huge, blue eyes staring into Adam's like she could see into his soul?


   Tulip shifted next to me, long legs curled beneath her, ivory hair shivering a little, brushing my arm as she leaned close. "At least the Crosspath seems stable again," she said. "And the Pantheons have admitted you had nothing to do with its instability in the first place." She seemed lost a moment. "I was so sure... but I guess my doom and gloom was wrong." I wasn't going to complain about that right now, pretty happy to find out, for once, the Repository archivist had been misled by her research. "They blame the real culprit at last."


Chapter 102: Sister Dear