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

None of us spoke for a long moment while Isis returned to control of herself, her laughter making me sick to my stomach.


"So you say." Nero didn't look impressed, my brother's face flickering with the skeletal Grim Reaper as Death surfaced and retreated almost like a heartbeat. "And we should believe you, Isis, because you've always been so very trustworthy."


Her laughter stopped, expression amused, still. "Dear Nero," she said, "doing your best to fill Daddy's shoes. How quaint." If she was trying to get a rise out of him, she failed, the Grim Reaper persona clearly unaffected by her attempt.


"Whatever you think you're here to do," he said, his own voice deepening and carrying the full power of Death with it, "you are sadly mistaken."


"Am I?" Isis turned to Cadence, shrugged. "Whatever you might think of me, Truth, on a personal level, am I lying now?"


Chapter 183: Doom