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

   The Crosspath seemed foreign to me as I entered, as though I experienced it for the first time. I stumbled slightly, knowing I could blame it on my bare, unprotected feet if the others asked, not sure if I was ready to tell them what I'd seen and felt so clearly.


   Seth was gone, winging his way to the Mist door with my little sister in his grasp. Adam caught my elbow and steadied me while I watched the dragon who was my closest advisor cross the hub in a matter of two wing flaps, the Mist door expanding outward to devour him as he flew into its embrace. I almost giggled at the near hysterical thought it literally ate him and then hiccupped slightly, a faint burp from the swallowing throat of the doorway into my realm.


   The briefest of respites, but enough I could sag into Adam, could release the horrid memory of what was becoming of Rome and gather myself to share with my friends.


Chapter 118: We Need To Talk