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

Isis wasn't satisfied leaving it at that, was she? Of course not, because the agenda she'd been sitting on was about to unfold and not in a way that meant good things for anyone. Except her, maybe, and whatever persona it was pulled her strings.


"CHAOS." She used her big girl voice to call out my own power, rising above everyone, though she didn't expand her size, the broad sweep of her wings more than impressive enough. Besides, I didn't think anyone was looking anywhere but at her, so why waste the energy? "FALSE MESSIAH. I CALL YOU TO HAR MAGEDDON WHERE THIS WILL ALL BE DECIDED." Her sword arm swept toward the door the Angels emerged from, the place of the tall mountain and the lonely, empty city. "THE TIME OF ARMAGEDDON IS AT HAND."


Chapter 181: The Last Battle