Robert's day has been hell. In less than twelve hours he's found his best friend dead, been chased by murderous shadows made flesh, and managed to piss off the ancient Egyptian god of death (No easy task as Anubis is a genuinely nice guy).

The life of a minor god, to put it bluntly, sucks.

You can't kill a god, everyone knows that. Too bad no one told Wepawet, Robert's best friend. Robert found the fellow god slumped over in his easy chair while the TV news droned on about crime being at an all time low here in New York.

Someone or something is stalking the gods, picking them off one at a time while they bicker endlessly amongst themselves. Robert, the weakest of them, is left to follow a trail of dead deities to find the killer before he becomes the next victim.

Not that Robert even knows what to do when he finds the killer. How can you defeat a force that puts the fear of God in... well, gods?


For those asking the obvious question, “How much more black could this be?”
The answer.

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A few quick things to get out of the way before the story starts on Thursday.

This story is quite a bit less 'furry' than the previous works I've posted. Its there, never fear, but you won't have any wolves running about, lions high-jumping, or police dogs sniffing about for clues.

As you've likely noticed from the short above, this story uses some mild profanity. Not likely to raise many eyebrows here, but it's a departure from much of my previous work.

And here's the big one. The book rather bluntly addresses a wide range of religious issues. I don't feel there's anything offensive about the story, I've done my best to portray religion with an even hand, but if you're sensitive to such things it might be best if you give this story a pass. However, if you are a religious person, and feel up to some discourse, I'd love to hear what you think of the story.