Dave Reed

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.

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?” He opened his mouth—I’m sure to object or demand—but I tilted my head and smiled at him from behind my curtain of...

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.

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...