The Light in Hades (Olympus Retold #1)

Prologue

F ire roared in the houses, collapsing them into lumps of ash. The boy’s eyes burned, the fire’s rising warmth a sinister lick across his face. The god behind him clawed his nails into the boy’s skin as he forced him to watch—every crackle of fire and failing roof caving into the homes of wailing gods and goddesses fleeing from the wreckage. The claws sunk deeper, digging their jagged ends into his flesh until the teen could feel the heat of blood trickle down his cheek.

“Watch, boy ,” the deity hissed. A searing pain tore into his chest like the fire singeing his skin. “This is the first night of many. Your future starts now.”