Life was so simple before I killed a god.
It was self-defense; I swear. Ever since that day—the day a blind date tried to sacrifice me to a Hawaiian god—I’ve had to make some life adjustments. Like hunting gods before they have a chance to kill me. I’m new to this; there’s a learning curve. So, when a hot, Viking god offers to help me, I’m understandably wary. This could be the start of a glorious adventure. Or it could be the beginning of a bloody and excruciatingly painful end.
