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 cleared my throat, fighting the rumble of anger from Chaos, the swirling mist battling to escape me and pool at my feet in protest. "Have you tried putting the pieces back in their rightful places?"


   Dumb question, but I asked it anyway, if only to break the thick silence and kill the discomfort of the moment.


   "We have." Tulip strode forward, hooves thudding on the concrete floor, big hands lifting the sword from the shelf. She returned to us, handed it to a pair of blue pixies who appeared out of thin air, their sparks bright as they took on the burden of the blade. She sent them off with a wave of one hand, the two winging away with their prize. They disappeared quickly, presumably to wherever it was the sword was meant to go. Tulip spun back toward the shelf and pointed. "Watch."


Chapter 109: Out Of Sorts