The first people the gods stopped talking to, back in the day, were the
Chroniclers: people who were touched by the divine. Prophets and
storytellers; Moses, Homer, Hesiod. Chroniclers don't just tell the
stories, they make people believe. And when the gods don’t keep up that
connection, they go mad.
Growing up an orphan, Louie Fitzsimmons always had conversations with
“invisible friends,” could see patterns in the world that no one else
could see. He suffered bouts of mania and depression, but with a regimen of drugs and therapy he grew out of it as a teenager. When he was
thirteen, he ran away from the orphanage and got in with organized crime as a drug runner, skimming the pharmaceuticals he sold to keep his
visions at bay. Now, thirty-five years old and burnt out, Louie’s had
enough. With access to the mob's finances, he plans to go out in a big
way.
Only he can't. Things are conspiring against him: a broken down car, a
missed flight. It's bad enough being hunted by the mob, but the gods –
kicked out of the Heavens, stuck on Earth without worshippers – need
someone who can tell their stories, get the word out, and they aren’t
letting him go. And there are new gods on the scene, gods of finance and technology, who want him too.
Caught between the mob and two sets of rival gods, Louie hatches a plan that
will probably get him killed. If his powers can make the gods, there's
no reason he can't break them...
