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Mt. Olympus and I don’t exactly have a lovey-dovey relationship. More like it’s kind of my personal mission to sidestep the gods and their stupid laws as much as possible. They’ve never given me a reason to respect their leadership. Quite the opposite.
My parents spent their entire lives following Olympic law to the letter. Dotting every I and filing every report in triplicate. My dad was an adviser to Zeus, living and working on Mt. Olympus, an honor awarded to a devoted few. Mom volunteered to as a liaison between Olympus and the nymphae, the wild family of minor nature deities. We were happy. Then, in an instant—because of one stupid prank I pulled—all Dad’s years of service and devotion and straight-arrow living went out the window. He and Mom got banished from the hematheos worl
