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

   Usually it was Chaos who responded to threats of such a nature, who roared to the surface with the mist around me, thunder and lightning forming a storm in my hair, falling stars shooting from the neckline of my gown as she became herself through me.


   She didn't have time to respond this round, however. I think I knew what was coming and had a head of fury on even before Juno opened her ugly, hurtful mouth and said what she just said about Delilah. About my baby sister. Screw Destiny and her geas. Like I needed it to take Delilah's side. Besides, as far as I was concerned, it took a menace to know one.


   So, when I struck out at the Roman goddess, it was me and me alone who hit her full in the chest with a push of rage filled energy, who slammed her backward into the gods crowding behind her, to stumble over Mercury and Jupiter and to fall heavily into the marble railing of the newly restored bridge.


Chapter 117: Decaying Core