The Golden Gift
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Ongoing, First published Sep 26, 2016
Some people are meant to live forever; others are not.

What happens when a failed man of god becomes a god of science, curing his young godddaughter of an incurable illness? How did he have this power?

What happens when he leaves one girl with the ability to make someone else immortal?

What happens when the first immortals begin a magical vigilante collective, whose main purpose in existence is preventing humankind bound to mortality from forgetting?

What happens when the unknown benevolent god of the immortal kind grants special, magical gifts to two young immortals; yet punishes them with a curse for using their gifts for the greater good?

A curse is strong, but the blood of angels is stronger.

(Victorian era origin story and continuing story in modern era)

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