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 returned to the Mist realm, finding Mafdel pacing, waiting for me. I was certain some reprimand was pending, her favorite no matter the circumstance, surprised to find no such thing. Instead, she hugged me without a word, then shook me before hugging me again.


"I guess you were worried," I said, trying for funny and failing badly. At least I tried, right?


Her scowl in reply told me to shut up already because Chaos or not, if I said one more smart aleck remark she was going to strangle me. Ah, there was the Mafdel I knew and loved and expected snarky pushback from.


Instead of pit myself and my power against the likes of her, knowing I'd lose because she'd had way more centuries to polish her ability to crush me with words and attitude and sheer force of will and wasn't afraid to use it, I stepped off any antagonism and went back to work.


Chapter 146: Mafdel Waiting