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War is coming. The threshold between worlds has never been more fragile. Callie must discover who is pulling Zeus's strings and avert the final battle—before the immortal vying to become the next Supreme Deity kills her first.

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     Hermes raised an eyebrow and regarded them both, leaning conspiratorially on the bar.

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     "The less you know the better. Trust me on this. Otherwise, your mind will be running off on tangents every time you see a disaster on the TV. Shit happens all the time and we're not—well, we're usually not responsible. When Z makes his move, you'll know."

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    "But can't you talk to Zeus?" Callie came around the bar to plead with him.

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     Hermes snorted. "Like he listens to me. I warned him about Atlantis, but did Zeus listen? No. The whole continent sank." He paused as he took in Callie's distress. "Maybe that isn't such a good example at the moment. Don't sweat it. It will all work out. Trust me."

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