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 was almost to the Mist door, fuming and stomping my way home, hating to face another failure and needing the few minutes of the walk through the now empty Crosspath to vent before I let Chaos out to deal with the mess of Creation herself. That was an option, right? Just let her loose and scrub everything clean, start again?


She seemed amenable to the idea, even shared who would go first, Maut at the top of her very cranky list, but Gabriel not so far behind her father. Yikes, our father.


Not her father, that power insisted, only the donor of matter required to form a life he clearly had no appreciation for and surely she must understand that considering they shared similar beginnings with males of a particular persuasion to whom daughters were disposable and possibly dangerous additions they shouldn't have made in the first place if they didn't want them.


Chapter 159: Raging Together