The Fire Alarm
“She won’t deal with mortals, which creates an issue, because there are occasions when the need arises. I know your fondness for the humans you created, so you can handle that element.”
The Creator
Those chains. That eagle. The unrelenting pain. But I would do it again in a heartbeat. Just look at you now, with your fancy devices and luxury lifestyles. You are like gods. Imagine what life could have been like if it wasn’t for the cruel tricks of my family. I may have been away for a while, but I have been watching. Always watching. And I have seen what they have done. It’s about time someone had a little fun with them…I am the Creator, I am Prometheus.
Blood Feud
“Father, do you really require the entire Titan force to take on a few children? I would have thought that Atlas alone could deal with the issue.”
Argos
Then a second dog slowly plods its way into the room, limping on its right paw. It’s a black and white border collie with a shiny coat and wolf-like eyes.
Playing With Fire
Whoever “A” is, they are literally playing with fire. First the beak of Koraki, now a load of dead mortals. I will find out who it is, and I will make them suffer.
A Rock and a Hard Place
Someone’s playing me, and whoever it is is managing to stay one step ahead of me all of the time. It’s not a position I’m used to; I’m supposed to be the God of Forethought!
Answers, Part II
“Welcome back, Pro,” he says jovially and jumps off me. I let out a gasp as my body breathes freely again. “You’ve been out for quite a while. I was worried we might have lost you, and that would have ruined my fun.”
Answers, Part III
I scroll through what’s on offer, and it makes me feel sick. There’s stuff on there that would have you screaming for Freddy Krueger to come back.
Into The Deep: X Marks the Spot, Part I
“Aye.” Duncan nods his head and then takes his shirt off. I think he has misunderstood me, but then he turns around, and I see that a map is tattooed onto his back.
Into the Deep: X Marks the Spot, Part II
Nestled between a ribcage and a skull is a wooden box about two hands long. Unremarkable yet mystifying. It looks familiar, but I can’t think why. Why is this box so important?