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

This was literally the last thing I had expected. It couldn't just happen like this, not now. There had to be some further warning, some buildup that I could track, a timer-


Yeah, okay, but more than what we'd had.


Chaos informed me in no uncertain terms we had been given all the opportunities necessary and that the inevitable was finally here, so stop whining about it and take action before it's too late. Because there was stillness in the Crosspath, the emptying of the hourglass triggering, not an explosion (my first worry), or a bright light (okay, so the Heaven thing wasn't out of the literal realm of possibility and the Angels did have that stupid prophecy of theirs), or even a booming voice declaring now was the time for war (sure, that one sourced from too many video games, but my brain wasn't working completely correctly, so cut me some slack).


Chapter 180: Time's Up