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480 pages, Hardcover
First published September 5, 2023

“My gaze snaps up toward her. The goddess lays a cool hand on my shivering back.
‘He’s dead. All the gods are dead.’ Tears flow, burning a path down my cheeks. ‘How can I stop the titans from destroying humanity without them?’
Circe, lips trembling raises her chin. ‘You can save us all.’
I cannot feel hope. Will not. I croak, ‘How?’
She raises a cool, dry hand to my cheek. ‘By becoming the Storm of Olympus.’”

“‘No more letting your hubris ruin the world.’ Drawing on my power, I let twin balls of lightning swirl in my palms. The wind rips around the cavern, snuffing the flames and forcing each of the Olympians back. Poseidon’s eyes are wide, his face slack and pale. ‘Change your ways before I let the titans destroy you. Again.’
‘You little bitch.’ Zeus leaps for me.
Apollo’s fist catches him hard enough on the temple that the blow reverberates up my own arm. The god of prophecy moved so quickly I didn’t even see him. Zeus slumps to the ground.
‘The next time you all die, I won’t bring you back.’ I turn and march from the forge without a backwards glance.’”

“I fight for not just two sides, but three. For the mortals who need me, the gods who despise me, and to prove wrong the voice inside me screaming that it will never be enough.
We stand at an impasse. This god I love, yet loathe the family he fights for.
‘I won’t watch you die, Daphne. Not again.’ He turns on his heels, stomping into the camp.
The emptiness that fills me after he marches away is matched only by what I felt when he died.’”
“Hera climbs slowly to her feet, throwing back her shoulders and raising her chin. ‘I cannot lift the bind, and neither can my husband or Poseidon. It is a lockless chain, only to be broken by Apollo of his own free will. He claimed to love you more than us, and so we cursed him to plummet to the true depths of his feelings for you in order to release himself.’ She brushes the front of her dress. ‘I understand why he never told you the true cost. We gods are hesitant to voice our true feelings, and none like him know the pain that invoking such feelings may cause.’ She hesitates, amethyst eyes flashing in the dark night. ‘He hasn’t been able to break the curse yet because he is just as afraid of his feelings as you are.’”


“Our newfound allies, an army unto its own, may have just drawn the titans into the fold at last. The smile I flash, turning to stare down the enemy encampment, is grim. A horn blares in the distance, rousing the titans’ armies. In mere hours, they will dine on our blood.
I raise my chin. Lightning dances at my fingertips.
And I will feast on their bones.”
