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 jeans his big, deep voice beckoned me into his realm.
"COME, CHAOS," he hollered like a bullhorn had been permanently embedded in his throat. "GREET THE ALLFATHER."
And he hadn't shut up since. Not for the five minutes it took me to cross the bulky stone bridge into Valhalla. Mist rose from hot springs lining the promenade on the way t
