Gods of War (War of the Gods Series) by Jory Smith

table, causing a loud noise. The other patrons looked at him, and even some of them gave him a shushing sound.
    “Having some trouble there?” the librarian’s voice came from behind him. She walked around and sat next to him. “You know, I can help you find whatever it is you are looking for. I do have experience researching material. You get a lot of it as a PhD student.”
    “I would take you up on that offer if I even knew what I was looking for.”
    “What made you interested in this genre anyway?” She asked looking at the books he had open. “This seems like such an odd subject for someone to be studying. Especially for this long. Are you writing a book? It seems like you’re just blindly searching for something.”
    “Honestly, I am just interested in the genre,” Terry said. “I watched a documentary about the Greek gods and they looked interesting.” To change the subject, Terry then added, “What made you want to be a librarian?”
    “I doubt they really were interesting,” she said not taking the bait. “Even if half of the stories were true, they treated mankind horribly. They treated each other worse. I read somewhere that Zeus had to declare an edict that no god could harm another god. Their arrogant asses couldn’t even do that.”
    Terry started looking questionably at her. “How do you know all of that? I read all of these books and I didn’t hear anything about that.”
    “Well, like I said, I have experience researching material. You learn to read between the lines.”
    “Yeah, well, I have a lunch to go to. I will be back though.”
    Terry hurried and grabbed his things and left the library. Even if today wasn’t the day the Change was going to happen he wasn’t about to go back. The librarian had been acting weirder than normal lately.

With the battle having taken place for hours now, along with the month-long hike to get to their current location, General Amadi and his men were tired. His forces would have been wiped out if it wasn’t for the distrust between the Angolan army and the rebel fighters.
    This battle had become more of a waiting game, trying to find out who had the guts to go first. Amadi didn’t have enough men to take out one army. Doing so would leave him wide open for the other to attack his flanks. “A good ole’ Mexican standoff is what we have here” General Amadi muttered.
    “What was that sir?” the man next to him asked.
    Amadi didn’t realize he spoke out loud. “Nothing. You have your orders now go.”
    The runner turned towards the coast and started running. The runner was going to check in with the Sgt. Major who was left back at the camp. Amadi’s good radios were being used by the men on the front lines and he needed to know if those transports had arrived yet. He had forced the Sgt. Major to sit this battle out because of an injury he had received from the failed coup attempt. Amadi had preferred leaving him behind so the Sgt. Major could guard the civilians and watch out for their transportation.
    How long is this going to take ? Amadi muttered in his head. He had done exactly what Zeus said to do, and now he was left to be massacred.
    Gunfire erupted to the north east of him. Amadi turned around and swore. Suddenly gunfire erupted to the south east of him. Damn, they are both pushing at the same time. This isn’t how it’s supposed to end.
    Amadi forced himself to think; there had to be a way out of this. Overhead a sharp whistling sound was heard, followed by a loud explosion. Their firing artillery at us. Turns out the opposing armies weren’t waiting to see if they could trust each other, they were setting up their artillery. If they kept up the artillery fire, they would end up hitting their own civilians. The Sgt. Major was right; they really do hate us.
    Just as all hope seemed to be lost, comets started to fall from the sky. Amadi grabbed a pair of binoculars to get a better look at what was going on, but noticed he didn’t need