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 immediately reached for Seshat with panic in my touch. Life had rested with her for only a short time. Could Isis have reclaimed that persona and we somehow missed the transfer? 


I was instantly relieved when the expected Mistress of the Garden answered as quickly as I touched her mind with mine.


Eve. Seshat sounded surprised but not unhappy to make contact, though she clearly sensed something was out of sorts, the power of Life engulfing me in a hug. Is something wrong?


I think you'd better come to the Mist realm, I sent, knowing I sounded grim and vague, but not sure how to phrase what I had to tell her because my mind was stumbling over the words while I fought panic at the rising horror of the truth.


I sat back, exhaling, the host of Life arriving a moment later, her smile of greeting turning to arched eyebrows when she came to a halt in the middle of my black carpet, her gaze locked on Dad.


Chapter 167: Meeting In The Mist