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'd been avoiding that task, knew why, too, shuddered from it, did nothing to actively seek out what I needed, on purpose. Because the first one of that order I located was now dead, her realm dissolved and absorbed by Chaos, along with the entire corridor where her power resided.


Gaea. In taking the green spark from her I'd killed Mother Earth. Stripped away the seed of Chaos, willingly given or not, the tiny light born from my persona that Adam used to connect fully to Chance, to take his place as master of the mortal realm. Yes, vital to our success if what I'd been told was true. I had to find the rest of the bits and pieces of Chaos as was foretold. Reassemble them in order to prevent the downfall of the Crosspath. Or, more likely as I now knew was pending, to complete the realignment of the nine doors and nine corridors. To allow Creation to finally come to be the way it had been intended all along.


Chapter 142: Search Resumed