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 don't think they were expecting that question, but it made sense to me.


"Creation knows what it's doing," I said, "which means I'm assuming everything that's happened has been for a reason." I really needed Destiny to step up here to have my back because they were looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Problem was, she had that same expression as the rest of them, so I wasn't going to find support from her. "All along I've been fighting against what Creation has been trying to do. That being enact the realignment. What if Armageddon is part of that and by blocking it, or trying to, we're making our jobs harder?"


Seshat cleared her throat, a little green around the edges. "You're suggesting we let Creation perish?" She glanced around at the others who looked even more troubled when she put it that way. In fact, her framing of my suggestion even made me think twice about it, though I shook that off with a flare of anger.


Chapter 157: Creation's Plans