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BROKEN GOD by Nazarea Andrews
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Power is a strange and broken thing.
He was the sun god, the god of healing and song.
Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity.
His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really.
Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past.
He can’t resist her smile.
A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up.
And he can’t stop fate.
Gods knows he’s tried.
He can’t help taking her.
Even if he knows better.
When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought.
He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries.
Iris is everything he has to avoid.
Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods.
It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time.
It’s all of Olympus.
Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
It doesn’t take much to coax Artemis into going to a coffee shop. She’s been here for a few hours, and I’m lazy and sleepy with the food she fed me, but I’m not stupid enough to think she isn’t biding her time. I prefer we do this outside my apartment. If we’re in public, surrounded by mortals, she’s less likely to reach out to her power.
So we go to a tiny coffee shop. A new one, that Artemis picks. It’s about four blocks from my apartment, and I bounce my head to a beat only I can hear as we walk, my sister tugging me lightly when I wander off the sidewalk, away from her side.
I grin at her, as she reels me back in, and I’m grinning when we enter the cafe.
Artie orders for us, and while she waits for my iced coffee and her tea, I look around the room.
There’s a girl, in the corner, strumming a guitar. Her body sways, a little, her eyes closed. A tiny smile curls her lips.
I lick my lips and take a step, almost without realizing I’m moving, before Artie is there, nudging me back to our little booth.
The girl’s eyes open and she smiles, a secret thing, as she catches my gaze, through a curtain of dirty blonde hair and I almost hit my knees.
I moan, and Artemis looks at me, worry in her gaze. “Apollo?”
“I saw our uncle,” I whisper, looking at the girl who is turning away from me now, her attention back on the guitar.
Artie frowns. “Which one?”
Madness ruffles my hair, a lover’s stroke along my brow and I shiver a little as the girl’s music slips through the room.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
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