It is available through Amazon for now.
Blurb: When Zeus decided to start updating Olympus, no one expected a hostile take-over by the Roman pantheon.
$2.99 kindle, $5 for paperback chapbook
There will be a .pdf available soon.
Apathy radiated off the God of Bloodlust.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced from his notes to the chair where the God was uneasily seated. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that here, he was in control of the situation. He wouldn't allow Ares’ unnerving appearance derail him. He was here to do a job, and Zeus had promised unimaginable torments if he failed this simple task. He steeled his nerves and cleared his throat. Ares turned his fiery eyes to the doctor, and blinked slowly.
“Yes?” The God asked, his voice that of ten thousand men, some voices radiating agony, some radiating victory.
The doctor flinched, mentally chided himself for the lapse, and then said, “Do you know why you’re here, Ares?” He refused to use terms of worship. He was no supplicant to the Bloody God.
Ares shrugged, blood-smeared-over-bronze shoulders heaving with unspoken disdain. “My father’s orders. Some touchy-feely bullshit to see if I’m fit for duty.” He placed his hands on his knees, bracing himself to lean forward and look into the doctor’s face. “I am fit for duty, so you just write that down and I’ll be on my way.”
The doctor’s spine stiffened. This was his domain, not Ares’. His jaw set, he murmured, “I cannot do that, and you know that, Ares. That would be falsifying information and I refuse to be a part of that.”
Ares trembled, anger rolling palpably off of his form, like a fog of rage. The battle of wills took some long moments as he stared the small man down, the God's hell-lit eyes boring into his own clear hazel. Finally, Ares sat back in the chair, folding his arms over his chest, harrumphing.
“Fine. Fine. Let’s just get this over with so I can get back to work.”