Tiny Gods by Shayne Silvers

Tiny Gods by Shayne Silvers

Power is patient, power is kind. No, wait. That's not right. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Just ask his ex-fiancEe.

It's almost Nate's birthday, so, he can cry if he wants to. That is, if he lives to see it.

Because a lot of people want him dead: his fiancEe, his long-lost ancestor, the Wizard Academy, and a sinister group of rogue wizards. Look, it's easier to list who doesn't want to kill him.

To prevent a Shifter vs. Wizard War, Nate steps in to draw a line in the sand, picking a fight with the deadliest wizards on the planet. and then he tries to rob them.

And with Achilles angry at Nate for crashing his Fight Night, the Horsemen of the Apocalypse breathing down his neck, Gods hiding behind mortal skins, and an accidental shifter infection with a cheerful Swedish male dancer, Nate has his hands full.

But when his enemies decide to wake a God, the only way for Nate to level the playing field is to open an early birthday present from the Mad Hatter. And that's when he finds out that nothing is ever simple, and that no one was ever who he thought they were all these years

Shayne Silvers is a guy of mystery and might, with only his mystery surpassing his power. To put it another way, a storyteller. He is now working on the Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series, in which a foul-mouthed young magician with a chip on his shoulder tries to protect St. Louis from the different nasties from our childhood bedtime stories that we all know and fear. To make his point, Nate has been known to suckerpunch an Angel, cow-tip the Minotaur, and steal Death's steed.

You'll be laughing and cringing on the edge of your seat as he shows complete contempt for repercussions and self-preservation. Shayne has two black belts and enjoys talking about all things Marvel, Magical, and Mythological. You might find him cackling madly at his computer screen while pounding shots of espresso in a coffee shop near you.