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Heroes & Victims
The Diluvians Series #3

 

Five-hundred years after the flood, the Oracle of Delphi is summoned to the ancient state of Attica to usher in the returned patronage of the Olympian Gods. In present-day New York City, Sean and Erin Henry make a deal with the devil to save their daughter’s life. The remaining diluvians face off with Egyptian officials to cross realms and to save their loved ones from eternal damnation. All the while, Hades uses each of them to hatch a plan that will bring the world under his dominion and shroud the earth in darkness.

 

The Diluvians series concludes in this daring adventure across time, space, and death to save mankind once more from the vengeance of gods.

EXCERPT

THE DARK ROOM

 

Five years had passed since Delia was visited by Hermes and named Oracle of Delphi. Five years since she had traveled to the capital and was put on display for the world to see. Five years since she left her family and took up a mantle that she did not then understand.

 

In that time, she had been visited by many Gods, Aphrodite the Goddess of Love, Poseidon the Lord of the Sea, Ares the God of War, and by Apollo himself. She had become accustomed to being their voice and even come to enjoy the sacred duty. But as the five years crept by, an anxiety grew within her for the contest that was to come. She could not help but feel that something was amiss and that something was wrong in the realms beyond this world.

 

Delia tried to speak with her brother about her apprehensions, as she spoke to him about everything, but he would only try to pacify her. The pang of anxiety never abated.

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That peace is what she sought this time, sitting down and taking her customary three deep breaths. Time did not exist within the eye, she found. Once she sat within for two days and her brother had to drag her out for fear of her starving. That same timelessness overtook her and she coasted in a space of thought between this world and the realms beyond.

 

Her reverie was broken as the ground shook. She could hear shouts from outside, as she stood and made for the door, but it was locked from the outside. She screamed for her brother, for Helena, for anyone to let her out, but no one heard her.

 

Turning from the door, she screamed and fell to the floor as a tall white figure stood above her.

 

“Greetings, Delia,” he said. “I am Hades.”

 

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