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 Cadence at her door after filling her in on the rest of what I knew, our conversation about Isis and the persona we believed she carried, her status as Ogdoad, confirmed by the persona of Truth.


"While I don't know more than you," she said, "I fear all you have ascertained is correct, Eve. Though what it means or why I'm so afraid, suddenly, I'm not sure." Cadence hugged herself before dropping her arms to her sides and, with a small smile, extended her hands toward me.


I knew what she wanted, wasn't opposed to it, but that didn't make it easy. If anything thinking about it resulted in a brief and rather awkward hug exchange, though we both laughed about it, tried again. Succeeded in real warmth the second time.


Chapter 178: No More Secrets