What if Death fell in love with Life and they had a daughter...? Her unique parentage ensures Eve isn't like her angel siblings. She brings Death at the beginning of Life and Life to those meant to die. Her continuing failures create constant disaster for her parents and the mortals she tries so hard to serve. But when Eve accidentally interferes with the Loom of Creation, she sets off a chain of events that leads her to finally understand who she really is.

\\\\Includes a BONUS FREE BOOK!\\\\ How can Eve stop a war when it's all her fault...? Chaos Rising Odin's single blue eye bulged while the storm over my curls burst into life, lighting striking the rough stone beneath my feet. Three stars fell from my neckline, high pitched squealing like the death of fireworks silencing everyone in the throne room. "ENOUGH." I hated shouting and only let that one word out at the same volume Odin had used. The mist pooled around me, swirling in angry puddles at my feet while the storm descended further while I dropped my voice to a more conversational level. "I came to talk, Odin. Not to argue. Are you done being rude or should I just go home?" Oh, Eve, Seth sighed in my head. Eve's struggle to prove herself continues while the Pantheons do their best to make her life miserable. But when a mysterious ailment seeps power from the Crosspath, Eve must put aside her worries that her actions might cause further damage in favor of assembling the missing pieces of Chaos before the hub of Creation fails.

Out of Sorts “The stacks,” Tulip said while I realized a giant tree stood off to one side, laden with different kinds of fruits and that the bottom shelf of the nearest storage tower meant for technical equipment actually held a sword and shield glittering gold. “They’re sorting the wrong items.” “How very odd.” Seshat touched the nearest stack with a hesitant hand as if whatever was going on might rub off on her. “And you’ve been noticing this throughout the Repository?” Tulip nodded. “We have,” she said. “For the last week.” Didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t have to. Because I knew what she was going to say, we all did from the matching worry in their auras. Since Delilah was born. Eve has done her best to protect her little sister since Delilah was delivered to her by the foretelling goddess, Destiny. But it’s becoming increasingly apparent the last daughter of Isis is far different from the rest she’s created. And when strange and terrible things begin happening to the realms, Eve has to admit it’s a little too much of a coincidence Delilah seems to be present for all of it. But, is she the harbinger of Armageddon or something even more dangerous?