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."