Chapter 11

“James?” Eliza said, doing her best to break into his reverie.

Not on purpose had he blanked out, but he had just found him-

self thinking on the fact that for almost a month straight, this goddess of Death had killed consistently. And now, all of sudden a week had gone by without any mention in the media of any murders which fit the bill. Had she stopped, being that she—whoever the elusive she happened to be—had now been exposed to them? Was it all just a message to be delivered which said that Clurife and his tools could get to any of them at any time?

No.

That James knew for sure.

Besides, he found himself aching for the opportunity to face this supposed goddess of Death and show her a real fight. Killing unarmed, untrained innocents was easy, but throw someone like himself into the mix and then you had a real test on your hands. He hadn’t had the chance though, because it seemed that finding the last few descendants of Poseidon which contained the god