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

   He wasn't at the basketball court. Nor at the restaurant where we had dinner, was that only the night before last? It felt like forever. I went to his parent's house, the place where he was born, where he grew up. Where he suffered from cancer. And survived with a miracle. But no Adam.


   I went back to the place of his accident, the place where we found each other again. The place where his motorcycle crashed and his mortal body died. There was nothing there to prove that he even existed. Not even a mark on the road anymore. I stood on the shoulder of the asphalt, shaking with my hands hugging me, trying not to cry anymore and failing. He was right. The mortal realm felt off. As if something shifted within it. And unlike the other realms, this off feeling wasn't comfortable. It wasn't calm and collected and happy and joyful like the souls of the other realms. The mortal realm, the source of all Creation, felt broken.


Chapter 136: A Dying Guy