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

Not a big stretch that we all ended up in the Repository consulting the Head archivist who had only recently been under the thrall of the very prophecy that Dad seemed to have spoken for.


To his credit, Dad seemed shaken by the experience and wouldn't talk about it, though he did accept my hug of comfort after the fact. He allowed others to speak for him, Seshat and her penchant for the historic the logical one to share what we'd learned with the palomino centaur who ran the jumbled collection of all things Creation. While I could have intervened and given my two cents, I was tired, I found, the pressure of all their emotions making me actually yawn a few times, doing my best to hide it behind my hand.


Chapter 169: The Repository Of Creation