There is nothing in this world. Nothing you can offer a man who’s lost everything—his family, his work, his friend, his hope, his trust, his belief in his own country. There’s nothing you can offer that man that means anything. But it turns out there is. Then Art understands—Cerberus isn’t a guard, he’s an usher. A panting, grinning, tongue-lolling doorman who eagerly invites you into the underworld. And you can’t resist.
