"Huge plot twists? Check. Non-stop action? Check. Engaging voice? Yep. Two of them. If you like genre fiction that's fast paced and imaginative, this book delivers the goods. The way the plot careened in directions no one could ever guess combined with the mythic references that gave a sense of an underlying structure reminded me a lot of Roger Zelazny."
- L.T. VARGUS, best selling author of CASTING SHADOWS EVERYWHERE
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' "But... why us?" Michael gestured to himself, to me, with a hand that could very nearly have fit comfortably around my torso. "We're nothing special. I mean, I'm not, anyway. This is like something out of an old HEAVY METAL. If I didn't know I don't smoke dope, I'd swear I was smoking dope."
"How would we know whether we were special or not, below?" I replied. "Did you not always feel like, in fact, you WERE special, that you were not properly appreciated by those around you, that there was something about you that was so unique, so wonderful, that nobody else saw?"
He shrugged. "Everybody feels like that."
I shrugged in return. "Some of them are correct, apparently."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "Some of us."
I nodded. Strange, though, that it should be the ones generally despised and looked down upon, the unpopular ones, the ones who were not, never had been, and never could be, 'cool'. The geeks, with their roleplaying games. The nerds, with their science fiction and fantasy and comic books.
Perhaps not, though. What if the very attribute that allowed a mundane person to ascend into the higher plane of the mythos... that could, in effect, transform a mortal into a god... was imagination? In a world of television and movies and video games, imagination... the ability to fill a blank space with sound and imagery and feeling and scent and taste, simply with the power of one's own mind, was becoming a very rare commodity indeed.'
- D.A. Madigan, THE LEAGUE OF ANUBIS