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 went home, carrying Delilah with me though she was wide awake and could easily have walked next to me. But I felt close to her, a connection I didn't want to let go of. Nice to know that, at least, wasn't contrived or created by manipulation. Unless, of course, she herself was manipulating me. But I didn't want to go there, happy to simply take her back to the Mist realm cradled on my hip with her little arms wrapped around my neck.


   It was nice having her close to me after my heart had lost a friend.


   There wasn't much more to say to each other, Adam trailing behind me, head down, Seth beside him, even Mafdel uncharacteristically silent after Destiny's retreat. My brain felt numb, overworked, like the wiring that kept it firing had been shorted out and I needed a little time for it to regenerate before I could think clearly again.


Chapter 114: Mass Exodus