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 ravens squawking startled me. I hadn't realized Thought and Memory perched behind Odin, hunched low on his shoulders, almost hidden in the silver of his hair. When they fluttered their wings in response to his words, I took a half step back before rubbing at the goosebumps on my arms.


   But, they also gave me time to think about what Odin just confessed. "You know about Rome?" Of course he did, what a silly question. Everyone knew about Rome by now, about Delilah and the bridge. But did the Allfather also know what I knew, or what I thought I knew? That Rome was meant to fall?


   He sighed, deep and long, ruffling the edges of his thick mustache while the ravens settled once again, their beady black eyes shimmering as they stared at me in unreadable focus. Odin's single eye fixed on the stone below his throne, one large, meaty hand stroking his beard in an absentminded rhythm.


Chapter 120: Help For Valhalla