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

The pair of ravens winged toward me in the steady quiet of the forest when I emerged in that place, my brother and my bodyguard in tow. I inhaled the deep scent of endless trees and moss, nose tickling with the need to sneeze a moment as ancient mildew and the scent of nature turning over its life into death filled my senses. The weight of moisture in the air pushed down on my shoulders, added pressure to my chest as I breathed in that unique scent of the old forest slowly devouring itself to create life anew. The soft drip in the distance from an evergreen into a large pool of water gave tempo to time that seemed to move slowly here, without need for any other means to track it. I looked up, unbidden, shivering in the oddly suspended feeling of this place, the little bit of the sky I could see through the crowded treetops showing a pale gray sky, the gloom under the canopy growing more oppressive the longer I stood there.


Chapter 151: The Forest