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

While I stood there fuming, the Allfather returning to his own realm, the whisper of a door opening and of feet approaching across the carpet didn't distract me from my internal conversation with Chaos about the end of Jupiter as he knew it until she stood right next to me.


When I turned to meet Truth's eyes, Cadence's held steady, no anger in her, only the coolness of logic. Which, I suppose, suited her and her realm in Justice, reminding me of my previous ponderings and reassuring me that, yes, Creation had chosen well the Masters and Mistresses of each persona, like it or not.


"Hey, sis," I said, knowing I was being flippant with another giant power but not really caring at the moment. She could like it or lump it because I was on the cusp of the last scrap of crap I had to give. And, besides, if I couldn't be a smarty pants with my own sorta half sister kinda, who could take it?


Chapter 175: Truth's Confession