taryn and death
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Last published Sat, Apr 13, 2019
When a greek god turns earth to shit, he's sent to clean up his mess.
He had one order. Bring athena's ancestor home. But the second he meets her, he knows its about to go completely wrong . Taryn is more than a beautiful goddess. She is a witty and strong woman, determined to protect her village from the depraved evil knocking at her gates. Unknowing of who or what she is, taryn leads her people humbly, always coming out victorious against the undead. quickly, yet reluctantly, thanatos throws all good sense he has out the window and decides that while taryn is protecting her people, he shall protect her. Until all the dead lay to rest.
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