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    The Measure of My Portion
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    The Measure of My Portion

    By Linn Henderson

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    Nia makes an offering of her maiden cloth to the goddess Seldona. The goddess accepts the bloody cloth and gives her a hint of the future to come and a choice as to the role she plays in it. But there are always costs with any choice. Will she pay the price? Includes the bonus story, "The Seventh Initiation" and a sample from the novel, The Bee Lady's Amulet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLilac Moon Books
    Release dateAug 19, 2012
    ISBN9781476105574
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    The Measure of My Portion
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    Linn Henderson

    Linn Henderson has been in love with western mythology since she could read. In fact one of the first books she read was a book of Greek mythology for children. She lives on top of a frontier time archaeological site with an interesting, if not rich history in suburban Denver, Colorado.

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