Grim's Daughter. The Death Chronicles, #4

I wasn't supposed to be possible. Dead means dead, and the dead don't reproduce. But when Lucifer ceased to exist, things went a little haywire for a while, opening a strange supernatural phenomena that made a lot of things possible, including me. Not that I'm complaining, but being the living, breathing daughter of Death and Fate has its own set of challenges. Like career day at school. Every year it was the same thing.
And every year I was sent to the principal's office and scolded for terrifying the other kids when I told the truth about my parents. So much for being honest. Which brings me to my current predicament. No one knows what my destiny is supposed to be. It's not written in any of my mother's books, and although the reapers think I'm destined to take over as the Grim Reaper, my father does not want me to go into the family business. But I'm not sure I have a choice.