Deadly Beasts

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months.

What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy?

It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job.

Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . .

Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

These deadly beasts can't be controlled. The more souls they harvest, the more powerful their god becomes.

Can I stop them before they ravage humanity? Before these monsters and their death-god take over the underworld forever?

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Hljóðbók: 28 mars 2023