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 funny thing about fate? Despite everything you try to do, despite every effort to save yourself and everyone you cared about from imminent destruction in the best and most direct way possible, there are times when that most unhappy of threads of the Loom of Creation take you down a road you least expected.


I didn't realize Kismet had arrived until I felt her touch my arm, looking around in stunned disbelief, still filtering Isis's poison to the gathering through the power of my empathic field, Chaos's inability to stop me driving her to fury I'd never felt before. The only saving grace, I suppose, the fact she sat trapped behind my empathy while Isis used us, so the mighty unhappiness that was the persona of destruction only impacted me.


She wasn't helping, but she didn't care.


Chapter 161: Kismet