The Tyrant's Tomb

I gazed out at the fog, wishing we could deal with something as easy as
killer giant ravens. As I suspected, the name of the god had shaken loose my
memories—bad, unwelcome memories.
“I know which god we face,” I said. “The good news is he’s not very
powerful, as gods go. About as obscure as you can imagine. A real D-lister.”
Reyna folded her arms. “What’s the catch?”
“Ah…well.” I cleared my throat. “Harpocrates and I didn’t exactly get
along. He might have…er, sworn that someday he’d see me vaporized.”