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About the Book
Incoherent Gods, Gabriele Russo (GODS, INC.)
Adult, Fantasy, 276 Pages
Fiery Seas Publishing, LLC (November 13, 2018)
Hercules, guardian of the Lemuria Zoo, has a big problem: the Zoo's divine animals have been going crazy. To make things worse, Queen Louhi, the CEO of Gods Incorporated, has just arrived for her yearly visit... with a new fiancé in tow (along with his yenta-minded grandfather Jupiter). Of course, the fact that Hercules is desperately in love with her doesn't help his plight in any way whatsoever.
His attempt to cover up the situation quickly blows up in his face and they finally realize the animals' madness is caused by artificial means. Cue in the bodiless god Mimir, who reveals that the real target of the mind-altering poison is Yggdrasil, the World Tree. And if the Tree loses its cohesion, then so will the barriers between the worlds, crumbling the foundations of reality. Who in gods' names could be crazy enough to want to do something like that?
About the Author
Gabriele Russo was born in Quebec City amidst a family of book lovers – her father had dreamed of being a writer and both of her brothers are published authors.
Since she earned her Bachelor’s in History, it was no surprise (except to her) that she ended up working in restaurants, eventually owning two, which almost drove her mad. She sold them and was nursed back to pseudo-sanity by Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett.
That’s when she answered the family calling and decided to write. Armed with her ideas for the Gods Inc. series she went back to University and got her Master’s in Creative Writing.
She now lives with her husband in Virginia, where she divides her time between painting, teaching French and Creative Writing, playing tennis and, of course, writing more books.
Excerpt (Reprinted with Author & Publisher permission)
MIND OVER MATTER (reprinted with special character)
IÞ’d never felt such pain!
How was it even possible? No one knew about the eyes except IÞs guardians.
Had one of them betrayed the secret?
Told it to that presence felt earlier?
Had IÞ felt a presence earlier?
Yes. Yes, IÞ had. IÞ was... almost certain IÞ hadn’t imagined it. So, which guardian? Ratatosk?
Yggdrasil threw the squirrel off. Foolish squirrel, always squirreling around.
Someone pulled at the syringes.
Pain seared through the eye. Sap leaked out, life seeped out.
Nephtys! Why was she hurting IÞ?
And Loki and the Monkey, not doing anything.
Who did they all think they were anyway? As if they could just replace IÞs usual guardians...
Yggdrasil waved a few branches around, perhaps IÞ could hit Nephtys, even pierce her with a tendril.
Damn! She was getting away.
Too bad Loki had gotten off IÞs roots, IÞ could have swallowed him whole, and the Monkey too.
Now they were all standing out of reach, looking at IÞ. Always looking at IÞ.
What about the guardians on the other planes? Could they be complicit?
Yggdrasil lashed out at them, but they were too quick to get out of the way. IÞ barely managed to slash at Heidrun’s side, pierce one of Sinmora’s eyes and nick Pegasus’s wing.
They must have been warned! Proof!
All were involved, responsible for this suffering!
IÞ would exact vengeance!
Despite the atrocious pain, the idea of retaliation brought
Yggdrasil a measure of happiness.
They would pay dearly.
And the best way to get revenge was to die.
Jupiter stood with the others, watching Yggdrasil trash about with dismay. He’d seen Louhi approach; he’d tried to yell a warning. Stupid cone of silence.
Ratatosk was crying with big strident sobs. He didn’t seem hurt; was he feeling the Tree’s pain? Nephtys, back to human form, was holding out her hands in front of her and whispering with her eyes closed.
Was she conjuring something? She became transparent and some kind of mossy substance slowly took form in her hands. She was getting something.
With a final drooping shrug, the Tree finally stopped shaking.
Nephtys, solid once more, opened her eyes. “It’s a poultice made from the moss growing on the far side of the moon. It freezes the pain and heals wounds.”
“That’s great,” said Loki. “But how do we get it on him?”
“I’ll go,” said the Monkey.
He took the stuff from Nephtys’s hands and disappeared.
Reappeared on the far side of the clearing. Disappeared again. Reappeared outside the dome, and disappeared... Jupiter was getting dizzy.
Loki took him by the shoulder. “He’s confusing the Tree. Don’t look at him. He’s fast and wily; he’ll get it done.”
And suddenly, there he was, at the eye, putting on the poultice. The Tree reacted, but not fast enough. The monkey ran back to them, easily evading the thrashing branches.
There was a sigh that seemed to come from everywhere at once. Ratatosk stopped crying.
“So that’s the pain taken care of,” said Jupiter, “but what about the madness?”
As if to answer his question, one of Yggdrasil’s limbs shriveled before their eyes and fell to the ground with a tearing noise.
Another one began to shrivel. Ratatosk hopped as close as possible and started to sing. It went slower this time, but the result was the same: a dead, ashen piece of wood crumbling to the ground. Ratatosk closed his tearful eyes and kept on singing.
Nephtys turned to Jupiter. “I think you better go tell Mimir to hurry up with that antidote.”