War of Gods (The Paternus Trilogy, #3)

by Dyrk Ashton

“But all is as it is, and perhaps should be. Now, we must look to the future, bleak and full of terrors as it might be.”

Now, he’s all by himself again. Always alone. But it’s not that bad, really. He learned self-reliance. How to think of it not as loneliness, but solitude. Contenting himself with his studies, his books, and his guitar. There’s comfort in having nothing, and no one to lose.

in real combat you’re either all in or you’re dead. That’s all there is to it.

“You have to make your own choice. To sit back and watch the changing of the world, or to go forth and do change upon it.

“Great heroes need terrible foes.”

Lightning flashes from black clouds that have formed over the ocean near the mountains. Thunder crashes over the plain. A stentorian juddering roar sets the waves aquiver and shakes the land. Aesir and Asura alike gaze at the angry storm. Moving fast, it begins to curve toward the coast. Beneath it, the surface of the sea humps, and black spines taller than the masts of ships spring from the surface. All know what’s coming, and everyone near the beach flees.

As frightening and huge as he seemed then, it was nothing compared to the true horrific grandeur of The Leviathan.

Paraphrasing from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, she speaks softly. “Cry havoc, and let slip the gods of war.”