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

Didn't take long for me to make assumptions and connections tied up in a pretty, Egyptian bow and come up with my mother.


"That's why Isis told her." I hit myself in the forehead with the palm of my hand, fighting the urge to smack myself again because it wasn't doing any good.


Chaos disagreed, suggesting perhaps if I did hit harder I might knock some sense into myself but that was only a thought she'd had and I should do as I liked.


You know what? I think I preferred it when she hadn't yet figured out how to talk to me.


Tulip waited, Seth, too, and I realized I hadn't explained my thought process, stuck in the loop that was my internal conversation with what amounted to myself, ultimately. Great, just freaking great. Chaos really had to stop interrupting before everyone around me really started to think I'd lost my mind.


No response from the Chaos gallery of her idea of hilarity, huh? Good on her.


Chapter 179: Isis Interference