Dave Reed

We are what we remember. I remember being betrayed and murdered. I remember rising from my own grave. I remember my vengeance upon the Chosen of Tyrr. I remember my victories, my defeats, and my sins. With all eternity stretched out before me, all I want is to forget.

Becoming a goddess wasn’t what I planned for today. Death made me an offer I couldn't refuse. But I'm in love with the archangel who is his oldest and best friend. “You have been friends for a millennium,” I said. Perhaps as much as a god and his angel could be friends, I thought.

I am not a hero. I never wanted to become a god. The demon lords of the underworld took my wife and unborn child far too soon. I will take back what is mine. And whatever else I must to do it. When she sighed, the goddess’ breath was heavy and moist, smelling of pomegranate and coconut and allspice.

It is cold to walk in the shadow of a newborn goddess. When tasked to do the impossible, sometimes even the righteous must disobey.“What do you seek of my Raven Queen?