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Chapter 9, section 4: Old Man Coyote leads the dance
Hot doggie breath filled his nostrils. Coyote’s impossible pink tongue wicked inches from his face. Those eyes bored into him like they were rummaging through his mind looking for a lost thought.
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Chapter 9, section 3: Forgetfulness, the River Lethe
The cold of hell started at his feet. Wet and cold crept up from his toes to his ankles. Frigid water flowed over his feet. It splashed his shins and rose up to dowse his seat. Then he was chest-deep in bone-chillingly cold water, cell phone crackling static in his ear. It was dark all around, and foggy in the middle of the river.
Chapter 9, section 2: Get me home by midnight
“So you’re telling me that you called me out of Paradise—and on the way down I had to escape from Hell—to listen to one of your heroic survivor stories?”
Chapter 9: Dionysos pleads his case and is sent back to Hell
Dionysos slammed his fists down on the coffee table, sending bone porcelain chattering noisily, “Bullshit, father! You can’t tell me you never show off your godhood to dazzle some bra-busting secretary.”
Chapter 8, section 10: Let’s make a deal
They sat staring at each other until he turned his attention to the wall of monitors, and the image of his apartment on de Gaspé. It was a small and very simple place, perhaps the simplest he had inhabited in centuries. He would miss it.
Chapter 9, section 5: Ana El-Haqq