Sanctuary (Roman’s Chronicles, #1)

by Ilona Andrews

“People don’t like death. It scares them, so they call Chernobog evil. Winter is hard, so they call Morena evil. Disease and sickness are cruel and unforgiving, so they call Troyan the Healer, a Nav god, evil because sometimes no matter how much you pray to him, he doesn’t answer. But we are crops, Finn. We must grow, thrive, flourish, and die, to make room for other living creatures. Such is life.

Lock five priests from different cults into the same room for an hour, and at the end you have an equal chance of either harmony or a theological bloodbath. You won’t know which it is until you open that door. It’s like the Schrödinger Synod. Although synod isn’t exactly the best term…”