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

   In the end it was Gabriel, Michael, and my former father, Samael, who joined me, Zeus, Odin and Jupiter in the repository. The other gods and goddesses wandered home, the Hindu Kali insisting on joining us, the elephant headed Ganesha lumbering along behind her.


   I was surprised to find Ra had slipped himself among our number, though he stood in the corner of Tulip's office, as quiet and reserved as ever, the faintest of smiles on his lips.


   Tulip seemed harried, stressed, though the Repository felt as relaxed and burbling joyful as ever. She squinted vaguely at Garnet, the pixie fluttering around her, muttering in her ears, while the head archivist of the Repository of Creation struggled to pull herself together and speak to us.


   "Enough already." She snapped at the small, red winged assistant, whose anxious fluttering sent a cascade of red sparks to the floor.


Chapter 134: Misplaced