Upperworld, Two Hundred Years Later   Pandora had forgotten Hades’s visage. The fine details of his face were a blur. Two centuries without him did that. Thoughts of him brought immeasurable pain, ...

Pandora was limp in his arms, and blood seeped from unsealed wounds. He stumbled out of the nightmare. Hypnos caught him as his knees buckled and guided him ...

Pandora would taste sweet, like aged whiskey and fresh honey. The thought tantalized him, and he shifted on his makeshift throne to readjust himself. His plan unfolded smoothly. He ...

The cave’s opening, a portal from the Upperworld, provided entry to the River Styx. It shone so brightly that Persephone shielded her eyes. The ...

Someone was in Hades’ dreamscape. He sensed their presence when they entered. A tired excitement filled him. Whoever arrived could distract the demons and ...

Searing pain ripped her from sleep. Pandora shot upright in bed and clutched her throat as a scream died on her lips. Metallic blood ...

Athena’s Golden Champion did not scare her. She wouldn’t flinch at a pathetic mortal woman. So, why did her fingers tremble as she clenched her fist? Her nails bit into ...

“No one told me Persephone was so hot,” Warin remarked, as he slid  his sword into the stomach of another demon. Even in the midst of ...

They stared at the heavy wooden door as it slammed shut. One moment, Hades was there. The next, he was gone. A presence lingered ...

Drunk. He was so gods-damned drunk and it took a lot for a god to get inebriated. If he wanted, he could will it away. That would not happen. Not tonight. Not after what he’d just done.    Trembling ...