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 is flawed." Huge words to say, though small in my mouth. The entirety of the gathering swayed toward me as one. Their despair tingled, acutely apparent, their doubt rippling through them, over me, breaking cold sweat out of my upper lip. My forehead. Running in a trickle down the small of my back. But I couldn't stop now, had to keep going, they had to know all of it. "The evolution of Creation is damaged, and only now, with the return of Chaos and the Mist realm, is Creation realigning itself, the Crosspath forming the shape it needs in order for Creation to become what it was always meant to." I paused before pushing on. "Had my return not come to pass, the prophecy of the Angels would be your Fate. But with the release of Chaos, Creation's true reveal is nigh." Huge exhale as I let that sink in. Because without a doubt, my heart pounding around the edges of terror, I knew this to be true with every fiber of me, and every whisper of mist within.


Chapter 126: Creation Realigned