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 left Tulip to her new status, to explore her connection more perfectly, departing for the Crosspath while she sent out a general broadcast to her people I caught on my way out the door.


Repository residents, she sent. Assemble. We have much to do.


Whatever plans the head archivist had for her realm, that was now on her. Hard not to feel good about passing on the spark to the place it belonged, though I was acutely aware of the fact I was down to one-Peter's-with no idea who it belonged to. Nor that, perhaps, I'd altered my dearest and oldest friend in ways that might make it harder for us down the road, especially if the Crosspath did fail and she and the archive were all that remained.


I wouldn't want to have to bear the weight of that responsibility, nor the loss. Though, I had to admit, if anyone was capable of such a burden, it was Tulip.


Chapter 174: Suitability