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

Rome's door couldn't keep me out, the taint spread to the edges of it, the former glory of the towering columns and grandeur crusted with mold, crumbling at the base into the corridor. I waved my way past the few gods who hovered on the other side, surprised to find they weren't attempting to stand in my way, cowering to one side at my arrival.


We had, Chaos reminded me when I wondered what was up, torn the roof off the palace while Chance set fire to Rome not so long ago so perhaps their fear and concern was come by honestly and should be encouraged to continue so no opposition would show its ridiculous face ever again?


Whoops. Right. We'd done a bit of a number on the place, none of which, it turned out, had been repaired from the distant look of the crumbling city that had once been beautiful. And things weren't going to get any better, either.


Chapter 176: Fall Of Rome