Friends! Readers!
I am back, and I bring urgent news.
You wouldn't believe it, but while I was just doing some innocent tourism, I was able to hear Perseus Jackson, Supreme Tyrant, adress a large audience of penguins into an antique theatre.
This antique theatre, to be clear (the main culprits were alas fleeing already when I took the photo). The details of the plot are unclear; the mad son of Poseidon was swearing eternal friendship and promising them a lot of fishes while I interrupted his (no doubt) villainous plan.
I'm sure this will be in no way relevant when it comes to An Impractical Guide to Godhood...
Oh, well.
Writing of The odds were never in my favour's next chapter has started this morning.
Expect a (partial) update in a few days.
Silas
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