I don’t have a Moon Pack Monday posting but I do have an update. I am 30k into Quain so I am making progress. The following is a small unedited blurb from the next Moon Pack Book.
Anthony sat at his desk tapping his pen against his desk as he examined his monthly sales figures. He had little to complain about when it came to the profit margins on his hotel chain. Everything was in the black and the employees were settling in fine. He sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Ellen asked.
Anthony shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I need a new challenge. I’m bored with opening hotels. Maybe we should branch out a bit.” While the past few months had been extremely stressful, his work life had turned dull.
“Well there’s that new development building on 6th. You could go check out the competition.”
Anthony glanced at the clear blue skies showing through his window. “That is an excellent idea, Ellen.”
“Take a long lunch. I can’t stand it when you get twitchy, it makes all the carpets staticy and I keep getting shocked.”
Anthony laughed. “Sorry about that.”
Ellen shrugged. “Makes life interesting.”
If his private life only consisted of carpet shocking it would be as boring as his business concerns. Anthony had lost inspiration after his last hotel opened. Maybe it was time to take a little vacation and drag Silver to the Bahamas before the next crises. He had no doubt there would be one. His psycho relative hadn’t struck yet and who knew how long their truce with Hera lasted. Never trust a goddess with anger management issues even if she was almost fond of you.
After exiting his office building he decided to walk instead of teleporting. The warm weather eased away built up tension in his shoulders. Knots the size of boulders were wedged beneath his shoulder blades. Maybe he should look into hiring a masseuse for the pack?
“Glad to see you’re getting out,” Zeus said, appearing on the sidewalk beside him.
Most people might have jumped when someone appeared right beside them. Anthony didn’t even twitch. “Good to see you grandfather.” He had long ago become accustomed to the god popping in and out of his life.
“Going to work on your godhead?”
“No, I thought I’d just go for a walk.”
“Perhaps to smite someone.”
Anthony laughed. “No. Just to check out the competition.”
“Ooh are we going to crush them.”
“No, just visit. Not everything is a mighty battle.” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. Gods were so over the top.
“Hmm, doesn’t seem like a very interesting trip.” Zeus’s face formed as close to a pout as possible while still emitting godly power.
“You don’t have to come,” Anthony pointed out in a mild tone.
“Must be catching. That’s why I’m going for a walk.”
“Hmm, maybe your cousin will arrive to challenge you and threaten your life.”
“You can only hope.” Anthony replied in a dry tone. Sometimes being the descendent of a god was more exhausting than worthwhile.
“That’s the spirit.” Zeus slapped him on the back propelling him a few steps forward.
“Are you hungry?” Anthony asked.
Gods didn’t need to eat but sometimes they liked to.
“What are you having?”
“Maybe some fish and chips.” He pointed at a small kiosk that stood a few yards away.
“I hate fish,” Zeus sulked.
“You’re holding a grudge against Poseidon. You don’t hate fish. Besides he talks to fish doesn’t he? You could be eating his best friend.” Anthony walked to the cart Zeus’s booming laughter following him.
“Get me the salmon,” Zeus shouted.