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Eternal Daughter

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.

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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Chapter 94: Foretold

Dad waited for me at the Gates, Peter waving me through. I hugged my father tight, the first time I'd seen him since the almost battle in the corridor of the Pantheons. I just needed to feel connected to him again, missed it so much, even more now that I'd been to see Nero. That Tulip lost her parents. For so many reasons I couldn't count them all. I wanted my father back.

I suppose I should have known better than to try to recreate what we had, but the girl in me still needed him to support and care about me the way he used to. So much had changed. Couldn't I keep this little piece of who I used to be for myself?