Kent Mudle
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Epimetheus’ Log
Hermes rolled out of bed from his nap. He didn’t have anywhere to be, really. It was his day off. Johnathan would run the store by himself today, and if he needed Hermes, he would call. Besides…a few extra hours never hurt. Hermes’ phone rang. It was the same one Nike had given to him [...]
50. Cerberus
Hermes closed his eyes. It was always somewhat unnerving talking to the Cerberus. He had three heads, each of which shared their bodily functions, and therefore their consciousness, with one another. It was like talking to a set of three pinballs as they bounced around the machine.
49. Son of Hermes
The weeping savior of mankind stood up. The tears had washed away two stripes of thick grime, and his eyes, if it was possible, were even more red. “It’s not true,” he said. “My father is, and has always been, Hermes.”
48. The Battle of Heaven
“And you threw a lightning bolt at us?” said Nike angrily. “You couldn’t have used a bit of restraint?”
47. By Styx
But what made the river Styx so powerful? What sort of substance could possibly pull in something as insubstantial as a soul, without any hope of returning? Surely mere water couldn’t be strong enough to contain even the mighty Zeus if he were to fall in?
