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

   Damn him, couldn't he just leave well enough alone for now?


   Why? I found myself automatically turning to look at her, Nero doing the same, the three girls playing in the center of the room as if we didn't exist. Odd, not one of them spoke, only giggling and bouts of squeals escaping. Delilah had stopped talking all together, the past week a silent one from her, and Ghola and Cadence seemed to take on that quiet when they were with her. But it didn't feel awkward or out of place. If anything, there were times I envied the easy silence they shared, as if they were connected in ways that didn't require words.


   I'm worried, Nero sent. And cut off my curt reply with more of his concern. For her, not about her.


   I relented, Chaos doing the same, though the mist swirled within me and begged to escape. She's fine. I observed her play with my lower lip between my teeth, feeling my shoulders tighten, my cheeks ache as my eyes narrowed. Wasn't she?


Chapter 107: Well Enough Alone