“Can you imagine?” Dax asked, eyes drifting around the room at the other gods. “Being courted by the divine, like in one of the epics?” “No thank you,” I scoffed. “You wouldn’t want to be pursued by a god?” “And which would you want pursuing you?” “I always had an attraction toward Apollo,” Dax said with a glance at the sun god’s statue. “The one who killed his lover with a discus?” “That was an accident!” Depending on which version of the story was told.
