The first casualty in every war is the truth. Which is terrible if you happen to be Truth herself.
In the golden age of the gods, Veritas was one of the most celebrated deities. These days she sits on her couch, suffers from panic attacks, and shouts at the news. Modern times have not been kind to the truth, and now she's more elusive than ever.
But when mysterious cracks begin appearing through her temple, Veritas is forced to act. Someone is attacking the truth, and there's only one person she can turn to. A god she'd rather push out a window than rely on. Her ex-husband, Apollo.
Modern times killed their love, but if it kills the truth one last time, all will lose – none more so than Apollo.