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

Our brief moment of released good humor didn't last, as good as it felt to experience it. I would have loved to linger in that sensation for as long as possible, the renewal of my energy and dedication fed by such joy. Not meant to be, and I realized I needed to fully appreciate such instances as they came in the next little while, taking them and cherishing them in the moment as much as possible, building my resilience through the trust and good faith of those I cared about.


I would have rebelled if it had been Mafdel or even Chaos who broke the precious bounds of our happy, but it ended, unfortunately, though no fault of our own, simply passing on as though the humor had lived its lifespan and couldn't sustain itself during such times as these.


Chapter 144: Crosspath