I have my three consorts—my Mooring, my Distant Star, my Prime—and a trove of ancient data that just might include titles like An Illustrated Guide to Chaos Dragons and The Gate Maker’s Manual.
There isn’t much time to save human civilization, but I’m also afraid homeworld abandoned Lemuria five thousand years ago for a very good reason. My consorts tell me I’m spooked because of what I saw in Atlantis, but if it's that simple, the cosmos wouldn’t care all these years later.
Kicking cosmic hornet’s nests is a bad idea, even when you’re prepared.
And we are not prepared.
The Nine Dead Gods have returned.