The Daughter of Death- *RAYOR*
I don't have to tell you about to me say I'm not normal.
I don't even have to say my name.
Just take my hand, and let me show you to the looking-glass. Look inside, and you'll see.
I'm sixteen years old. I spend my life more with the dead than the living. And my father- why, my father is the Grim Reaper.
Blakely knew from when she was born that she wouldn't lead a life that was ordinary. But even her unorthodox path took a turn when she met the half-angel, Arielle, whose soul had resisted her reaping. After being turned mortal, she is forced on a quest to discover her past: her heritage, her father's lies, and the true reason her brother ran away from home.
Foes unite and secrets are spilled in a quest for the truth, and family are reunited and broken apart. But, when it counts, will Blakely make the right decision?
This was the angel's true form, I knew; so pure that it was deadly to behold.
"You won't have me, Blakely. You'll never have me."
