The gods were never meant to be remembered.
And she was never meant to matter.
Rhea is barely surviving her own life. A sharp-tongued real estate agent clinging to routine, caffeine, and two dogs she loves more than herself, she's spent years outrunning grief, exhaustion, and the quiet temptation to disappear altogether.
Then the gods notice her.
In a world that has long forgotten Olympus, ancient power still bleeds through certain bloodlines-and Rhea carries too much of it. She is a Fulcrum: a living hinge between gods and mortals, capable of restoring balance... or shattering it beyond repair.
Dragged from her modern life into a hidden sanctuary older than history, Rhea learns the truth too late. The Greek gods can no longer act openly. Monsters still rise. The veil between realms is weakening. And if she survives the ritual meant to awaken her dormant power, she will become their weapon.
She doesn't want destiny.
She doesn't want glory.
And she definitely doesn't want gods, satyrs, prophecies, or a world that expects her to die for balance she never asked to hold.
But the universe doesn't care what she wants.
Fulcrum is a darkly humorous urban fantasy about choice, grief, rage, and the terrifying strength it takes to keep living when the world demands you either ascend-or break.
Because sometimes the one meant to save everything
is the person who almost didn't survive themselves.