CHANCE

BOOK THREE: THE ETERNAL DAUGHTER SERIES

Everything about the towering, thundering, one-eyed god before me made my jaw ache from clenching too tight. Odin of the Æsir's pompous bellowing he considered necessary for our conversation jarred my nerves from the instant I set foot in Valhalla. Yes, the instant. The moment I passed the stone door capped with stylized dragon heads, a puff of chilled air sending a spate of snow out to land on the hem of my ...