Together we made our way down to the street level. Neither of us said a word. The music was awful--Neil Diamond or something. I should've made that part of my gift form the gods: better elevator tunes.

So Beckendorf was pretty popular?" Leo asked. "I mean-before he blew up?

You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?

Maybe it’s the other way around,” Jason suggested. “Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that’s when they’re needed most.

Your lifeline...oh, the burning stick. Right." Leo resisted the urge to set his hand ablaze and yell: BWAH HA HA!

With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Now, sorry about that kill-on-sight business.