I don’t have that luxury. I’m an artificial creation who exists solely to follow the orders of a tyrannical maniac. Death is the only constant I know. I want more, so I’m running. What lies beyond the realm of my former master, presents a whole new set of problems, including a mistake that lands me at death’s door. I accept that. Welcome it, really. For a relic of war, death is my inevitable release.
Zeus Is Dead
You probably saw the press conference. Nine months ago, Zeus’s murder catapulted the Greek gods back into public life. Now the whole pantheon revels in new temples, casinos, and media empires—except Apollo. An overachiever with a bursting portfolio of godly duties, the amount of email alone he receives from rapacious mortals turns each day into a living hell.