They are born of lightning and mud. They are the glory of Zeus... and the hatred of Hera.
The cosmic war is over. The Titans are in chains. Zeus reigns as absolute master over Olympus. But boredom stalks the immortals, and the King of the Gods has turned his gaze downward. Toward the Earth. Toward mortal women.
From his forbidden embraces-golden showers, storm clouds, or animal metamorphoses-a new race is born: the Heroes. Hybrid beings, half-god and half-man, condemned to wander between two worlds that do not want them.
But in the shadow of the throne, a tapestry is weaving. Hera, the scorned wife, never sleeps. She has sworn the ruin of these "bastards of Olympus." She will send them not merely monsters to fight, but a far slower poison: Hubris.
"The Bastards of Olympus" is no fairy tale. It is the tale of humanity trying to touch the sun and burning its wings. It is the story of those who carry divine blood, yet must die as men.
Enter the Age of Heroes. The age where blood flows redder than wine.
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