The primary myth of Western culture

social phobia

the men divide into warring factions

old and new

The Games Gods Play (The Crucible, Book 1) European Poetry The primary myth of WesternThe gods love to play with us mere mortals. And every hundred years, we let them I have never been favored by the gods. Far from it, thanks to Zeus. Living as a cursed office clerk for the Order of Thieves, I just keep my head down and hope the capricious beings who rule from Olympus won't notice me. Not an easy feat, given San Francisco is Zeus' patron city, but I make do. I survive. Until the night I tangle with a different god. The worst god.