Of Titans & Tractors

Just in case anyone is wondering, there are no major bus routes in ancient Greece.

What you will find are denizens of the underworld running amok. And of course you'll find me, Libby Simons, with my faithful companion, George the Minotaur. What are we doing in ancient Greece instead of on my little slice of rural bliss in the mountains of Pennsylvania?

Well, it all started with Ares, the god of my dreams, falling from Olympus with Hades' Helm of Darkness. One thing led to another, Ares and I fell in love, Hades overthrew the Greek pantheon after reassembling Kronos' Epoch Armor, and I ended up stuck back in the old days when the height of fashion was a new chiton and some snappy leather sandals.

Now that Hades has taken over, the world is slipping into a dark place. It's up to a certain ginger goatherder (that would be me), her right-hand bull, George, a flight-challenged owl named Einstein, and the goddess of the harvest to gather up an army to free the Greek gods from the bowels of Tartarus. It'll take the combined forces of gods, demigods, heroes, Titans, and a spunky soap-making woman to save the world.