He frowned, scribbled the name, and then passed the cup down to a busy-looking woman. Perhaps that would do for the moment.Įve, she said. What was the name they gave me? she thought. The purchase of a beverage was supposed to be an anonymous transaction, one that didn’t require her to make such an important so soon. Handing over her name-any name-was an unexpected complication, because she had not yet decided what she was going to be calling herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t comprehend the question, it was that she didn’t know how to respond. I mean to inscribe your name on the cup, he was saying. He held a paper cup aloft to help her understand, as if she perhaps didn’t speak the language. He was an echo of a half-dozen warrior cultures, and this made him difficult to look at directly. He wore a close-cropped beard and had long hair tied back by a rubber band. The man asking the question had three visible piercings-ears and nose-and a tattoo that ran down his right arm, with a hint that it continued beneath the shirt and up to the shoulder. Please refer to the conclusion of this book for more information on the Immortal novels and on the ongoing novella series The Immortal Chronicles.

Reading the novels prior to reading Eve is recommended, but not mandatory-the story stands on its own. This story takes place following the events in Immortal at the Edge of the World.

I mmortal Stories : Eve is about a character from the Immortal novel series: Immortal, Hellenic Immortal and Immortal at the Edge of the World. This book may not be reproduced by any means including but not limited to photocopy, digital, auditory, and/or in print. Now, she’s trying to reconnect with the world, and finding that more challenging than anticipated.Ĭan the oldest human on Earth rediscover her own humanity? Or will she decide the world isn’t worth it? Read more

She’s been worshipped, feared, and hunted, but perhaps never understood. What may make me different from the next woman is that it’s possible I’m the very first one.”įor most of humankind, the woman calling herself Eve has been nothing more than a shock of red hair glimpsed out of the corner of the eye, in a crowd, or from a great distance. True magic of that kind doesn’t exist, but I can do things that may appear magic to someone slightly more tethered to their mortality. I’m neither, if those positions are defined by any kind of supernormal magical power. “.if your next question is, what could that possibly make me, if I’m not an angel or a god? The answer is the same as what I said before: many have considered me a god, and probably a few have thought of me as an angel. From the pages of the Immortal book series, it’s Eve.

Immortal by gene doucette