"The gods love to play with us mere mortals. And every hundred years, we let them ... .
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I have never been favored by the gods. Far from it, thanks to Zeus.
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Living as a cursed office clerk for the Order of Thieves, I just keep my head down and hope the capricious beings who rule from Olympus won't notice me. Not an easy feat, given San Francisco is Zeus' patron city, but I make do. I survive. Until the night I tangle with a differentgod.
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The worst god. Hades.
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For the first time ever, the ruthless, mercurial King of the Underworld has entered the Crucible--the deadly contest the gods hold to determine a new ruler to sit on the throne of Olympus. But instead of fighting their own battles, the gods name mortals to compete in their stead.
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So why in the Underworld did Hades choose me--a sarcastic nobody with a curse on her shoulders--as his champion? And why does my heart trip every time he says I'm his?
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I don't know if I'm a pawn, bait, or something else entirely to this dangerously tempting god. How can I, when he has more secrets than stars in the sky?
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Because Hades is playing by his own rules ... and Death will win at any cost.
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