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Power is a strange and broken thing.
He was the sun god, the god of healing and song.
And prophecy.
Apollo
has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a
new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the
future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power,
and hidden himself in humanity.
His
twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital
waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really.
Until her.
Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past.
He can’t resist her smile.
A
girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a
siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything
he gave up.
And he can’t stop fate.
Gods knows he’s tried.
He can’t help taking her.
Even if he knows better.
When
Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo
realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he
thought.
He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries.
Iris is everything he has to avoid.
Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods.
It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time.
It’s all of Olympus.
Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
Artemis slams through the door.
She is still wearing her
ceremonial garb. Her hounds are seething at her sides, and her eyes are
cold and deadly as she storms through the door of my apartment and into
the tiny kitchen with all the force of a midnight storm. Just as cruel
and cold and devastating.
"Artie," I say, my voice dry and vaguely annoyed.
She ignores me, stalking closer to Iris, who sits still and wide-eyed as a goddess examines her for faults.
I'm
kind of absurdly proud of my girl for not squirming under that gaze.
I've seen fucking Hades squirm under it. My sister is a sweetheart, for
sure, but she's also the goddess of the hunt, and she's a fucking force
to be reckoned with.
"What the fuck are you doing with my
brother?" she snarls, her voice low and deliberate. Like the quiet pad
of a predator stalking its prey.
"I think I'm having coffee, if
he ever remembers that's what he was supposed to be doing in the
kitchen," Iris says, giving me a dirty look.
I jolt into action and watch from the corner of my eye as Artemis stares down at my new Oracle.
"What
favor did you extract for this power?" she snaps, furious. She's almost
shaking with it and for a heartbeat, I wonder if Iris will be the
exception to this rule, too.
My handmaidens are toys to be
played with and broken. My priests are the same. I've never lifted a
hand to stop Artemis from venting her anger against my chosen.
But
my Oracle has always been untouchable. Maybe it's because she knew Del,
the first one, and she has a sentimental streak (that she vehemently
denies) or maybe it's because she doesn't want to test me. Doesn't want
to pit her considerable strength against my own.
Maybe it's a
simple as she knows that my Oracle is special to me, and won't raise a
hand against her because she doesn't want to hurt me.
Whatever
the reason, my Oracle has never been touched. Has never been harmed. Not
by Artemis. But now, watching the way my sister bristles and snarls,
and stares at the unblinking Oracle in her sun chair, my kitten in her
lap, I wonder if now she will.
Artie has spent most of the past
few thousand years, worried about me and tending to me in my madness. An
insanity brought on because I am an idiot and refused to listen when
Del said, so many years ago, that some prophecies are not meant for even
me.
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to
write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything
from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not
writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and
burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix.
N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books,
but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia
with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the
author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls,
and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter
(@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
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Allies, once inseparable, splinter until they break apart.
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