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Mika has always been alone, one way or another, throughout her long and lonely life. But it’s easier that way. Easier for her to do her job as a Reaper. Easier for her to close herself off from her feelings. From the memories that can drag her into the darkness of her past. From the wickedness that still haunts her nightmares. But when her heart speeds up at the sight of a Valkyrie in need of her aid, she can do little to refuse the beautiful woman who is capturing her heart. Sigrid Odinsdottir is special. A Valkyrie with a heart—and a curse. Only together can they remove the curse. And only together can they both allow themselves to have what they have vowed never again to feel. Love. While the Reapers ready themselves for a state of war for the Otherworld, Empusa finds new allies to aid her in taking the Hall of Rest for her own. But little does the fiery goddess know that those she trusts the most will spell her doom. Revenge can be served in many different ways, and Arasia the soothsayer might be the difference between who holds Helheim and the Fields of Deity in their grasp. Someone will get a lesson in wickedness.
Author
I'm Miranda Stork, and I'm addicted. Addicted to writing and reading books, anyway. And chocolate, but that's another issue - no interventions, please. I live in the middle of a forest in North Yorkshire, spending my spare time as the wild woman of the woods, scaring small children and upsetting the sheep. On the days that I feel like being civilized, or I haven't got any unicorns to ride, I sit down and pour the tumbling thoughts in my head out onto digital paper. Mainly the thoughts and characters come out in paranormal form, with a good smattering of romance, because everyone likes a good cuddle. But you can also find strong elements of thrillers, myths, and even dystopia amongst the pages of all my novels. I've wanted to write books ever since I first realised that fairytales were not the newspapers of the fairy kingdom, but the imaginings of actual people who wanted to tell fancy made-up stories to other people. From that moment, I was hooked. Why do I write? Good question. It might be easier to just keep the stories in my head, or even just to write them for myself. But I want to share them. There is no greater delight for a writer than when a reader devours your book, and declares, "Something in that novel resonated with me. And I want MORE." So grab your lucky clover and a baseball bat (there's some nasty paranormal creatures where we're going), eat the cookie with 'eat me' tagged on it, and enter through the tiny door into the world of Miranda Stork...
