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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 · Fantastique
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Chapter 129: Betrayal In Question

I sat in the room behind my throne watching my little sister play. The tiny monster, Ghola, observed with rapt attention, her bleeding hands folded in her lap. Was it just me, or did it seem as if Ghola's constantly weeping blood had eased off when she became the self-appointed guardian of my little sister? With each passing day, she appeared to morph, to alter, as though the monstrous nature she had lived with for so long changed in response to her charge. Yes, she still wept blood when she was upset, and her fingertips and toes looked raw and red. But she didn't bleed so openly anymore, and it seemed as if the terror persona that she wore had softened around the edges.