Life was never normal for me. My normal was magic, witchcraft specifically. I’d never dreamed my life could become even more strange than it already was but then I discovered God. Excuse me, I mean gods, plural. All of them are real, they’re just not what you think. They’re not divine good doers who want the best for you. They’re Atlanteans. Yes, from that Atlantis. And the only reason they ever cared about us was because we worshiped them, sacrificed to them. Our sacrifice sustained and empowered them. We made them immortal. We made them gods. But then we stopped believing and they began to run out of that glorious energy they’d depended on. They had to resort to manipulation, tricking us into war so that they could take the fallen as sacrifice. It’s worked out well for them up until now. Because now I know and I won’t stop hunting them until every god is dead. Not even for a gorgeous Viking who looks damn good in his leather pants. Free on Kindle.
