Everyone assumes time travel would be a gift… but I wonder if they’d feel the same way if they knew about the strings attached.

The only reason I exist is to help monsters escape from their prison. I’m a construct, forged from the ether and cosmic ash and given human form. My maker? The Titan, Kronos. I’m sure his reputation precedes him.

They never meant for their tool to have a mind of its own, to want a life outside of plotting a prison break from the most notorious dungeon in the seven hells. Tartarus. 

Unfortunately for them, I’m not inclined to help. They got themselves locked away for good reason. At least that’s what I always thought. Now I’m second guessing everything I believed about my mission. The people I knew as allies are looking a lot like enemies, and the men duty-bound to ensure I fulfill my destiny in unleashing the Titans are bringing many emotions to the surface. Not the least of which is a scorching attraction that I can’t ignore. 

What is this connection? Am I being fooled and manipulated, or is the truth altogether different? And if everything I thought I knew is a lie, who’s the real enemy?

Everything has changed. The truths I’ve clung to my entire life have dissolved, leaving a glaring new reality in their wake.

Now on the run from a lunatic god who will stop at nothing to see us dead, me and my newly bonded mate race to stay one step ahead before Bel catches up to us to enact whatever vengeance he has planned.

When Bel attacks, everything goes wrong and my misfiring magick traps Gareth in another realm. Forced to wander ancient Athens alone, I struggle to locate the next member of the Six with only a name—Andrus—and an essence to track through a city consumed by the chaos of impending war.

An army is on its way to bring Athens to its knees. I can’t change that outcome. All I can do is find Andrus in time to escape before we’re besieged. But when we meet, the man I encounter is not the one I expected, and it’s clear that getting through to him won’t be easy. Nothing ever is.

To make matters worse, what Bel couldn’t do on his own, he hired an infamous trio of…creatures…to accomplish for him, assassins that only take jobs for the thrill of the hunt, and for a price that money can’t buy.

I’d hoped this task would be easier as I found each member of the Six, but the opposite is proving true. How much worse is this going to get?

We seem to be a magnet for trouble. Mad gods, the Hounds, ancient demons. When it rains…

Gareth and Andrus have been my rocks, small islands of hope in an otherwise crushing reality of just how difficult this task really is. I didn’t think breaking massively powerful beings out of the deepest circle of hell would be easy, but I didn’t think we’d run into so many extra troubles along the way.

Now in medieval Paris, the search begins for the next member of the Six. But there are dark secrets beneath this city, a power that has its tendrils buried deep in the foundations, all the way to the upper reaches of the court. And that same power is keeping one of our own captive. 

These keepers have a sinister magick at their disposal, and I’ll be getting a first-hand demonstration of it. And of course, Bel hasn’t given up on his hunt for us just yet. I never should’ve jinxed us by asking how much worse things could get. 

I wasn’t ready for the answer.

I’m tired of running, of constantly having our backs against the ropes.

My mates and I are desperately in need of a breather. Somewhere to recuperate, make plans, and get a little bonding time. After being tossed into the middle of a massive volcanic eruption, I think we’ve earned a respite.

What better place than New Orleans? We’ll fit right in. 

But in order to ensure we’re on the right track to Tartarus, I need to speak with the Titans… and  in doing so, I step right into a trap that compromises everything we’ve worked toward so far. 

Now, if I’m going to stand any chance of making it right, a trip to the underworld is in order. Back to the place I was raised, and all the haunting memories—and dangers—that come with it.

As my quest takes me on a search to retrieve Arthur’s soul, Bel has been busy with his own plans. We’d been foolish to think our greatest enemy was no longer a threat. And now he’s more diabolical than ever. 

I’m tired of running. It’s time to fight back.

We had one job.

But not much goes according to plan anymore. I’m being…hosted by Hades in the underworld. The king of the Dark isn’t himself, and I’m almost afraid to find out why. Not that I won’t investigate. What are a few more troubles to add to the list?

My mates stage a rescue and unmask several new problems, not least of which is Bel has upped his game. This time he’s allied himself with the chaos demons plaguing us every step of our journey.

All of our lives have been haunted by these monsters far longer than we could’ve imagined. A destiny we thought was guided by the Fates may have been far from it, and what should have been a happy reunion with the final member of our found family becomes a reckoning with truth when it's revealed what’s been at the heart of our journey all along.

Just a quick trip through seven realms of Hell and a pit stop at the gates of Tartarus. 

No big deal.

In just a couple month’s time, we’ve faced legendary hunters, mad gods, illusions, war, disaster, captivity, monsters, more mad gods, mimics, chaos demons and never-ending trouble and heartbreak.

Now we’re on the final leg of our journey. To get to Tartarus, we’ll have to pass through the realms of Beings so powerful, even Death doesn’t want to cross them, and each will test us to our limits. Before we even get to the main event, we’re exhausted and mentally worn. 

At the Gates, our last battle is one we never could have expected. Our enemies converge, the Titans may not be the allies we hoped for, and, not for the first time, I wonder if we’ll make it out of this alive. 

Unbeknownst to us, the Fates still have a powerful hand to play.