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 stared at the stone wall with my hands clasped behind my back, listening to the others argue over every little detail that didn't matter even a tiny bit, considering I already knew what I had to do. Only Seth stood apart, Nero and Seshat doing their best to keep their voices down while Mafdel's near hysteria made me wince and block her out. I thought I knew her, could count on her. But hadn't she told me when we'd first met if I proved to be a danger to the Pantheons she'd take me out herself?


   And hadn't I told her I'd want her to? That I'd take care of things on my own before I'd let that happen? Yet, here I was, wasn't I? Pondering the very thing she feared all along, the identical accusation the Pantheons made against me when Chaos first emerged. Calling me dangerous and unpredictable and a threat to Creation.


   Not unpredictable, no. But the other two? Those and more, it seemed.


Chapter 119: A Danger To The Pantheons