Gods Save the Princess (Grace of Gods Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

out and sitting down. With the help of the Internet I might be able to do a quick search to back up Atlas’ story.
    The more I searched the more my stomach knotted at the idea that this was actually all real. He was telling the truth, the book was telling the truth. How was that possible though? My entire life I had been told there was only one God, one singular celestial Father who had the power to create the world and destroy it. A Father who had given his only son for our sins...
    I felt light-headed as my thoughts spun around, trying to gather momentum despite still feeling the resistance of a lifetime of learning. I still wanted to cling to all those beliefs I’d known for my entire life. How was I supposed to uproot everything I’d ever believed in just because one man told me I was a God? If I was a God I’d be able to do Godly things, right?
    I closed the laptop, frowning to myself. I didn’t want to admit it but I had to go and find Atlas, I had a few more questions I needed to ask him before I got too confused about everything.
    First and foremost I needed to know who my so-called God was if I was actually what he said I was.

Chapter Three
    I was worried about leaving the apartment and not being able to find my way back. But just as Atlas had promised I left the apartment and as soon as I was out in the hallway, thinking hard about finding him, a door appeared in front of me. I stared at it, somewhat in horror, surprised by its sudden appearance before carefully reaching out and grabbing it. My body was tense, expecting something to happen as I took the handle and turned it but instead it opened up into an office.
    It reminded me of the Prime Minister’s office in a way, very regal and old-fashioned. Atlas was sitting at his desk, a massive scroll unrolled in front of him and he was staring intently at the contents. He didn’t even look up at me, or give any indication he knew I’d entered the room, leaving me a bit more time to take in my surroundings.
    He had more of those tomes he’d given me, piled on the bookshelves around the room. He had a collection of things that looked otherworldly.
    And in the middle of the room there was a massive golden globe.
    It was almost bigger than me and each continent was intricately carved into it with gilded calligraphy written over each one. I expected to see the names of the countries but the writing was in a language I didn’t know and there were symbols all over it that reminded me of satanic practices.
    Coming around the globe I looked down at Atlas’ scroll, he was watching a blue dot on a map. It was moving slowly before his eyes flicked to a second moving dot, this time black, and poised over where England would’ve been on a regular map. He touched it and the dot expanded into a black circle that took up most of the scroll. It slowly faded out and an image appeared in its stead.
    A young man was standing on a street corner, he looked dirty and tired, sick even, as he smoked a cigarette with almost an obsession. His eyes were full of pain, I felt sad for him. A woman came into view and he stepped forward toward her. I thought maybe she was his girlfriend but then, by her reaction I could tell, she had no idea who he was.
    Atlas looked up at me, appearing almost surprised to see me before he closed the screen with a flick of his wrist and quickly rolled the scroll up.
    “What was that?”
    “A map; I’m tracking the others.”
    “There are more Gods?”
    “Of course, there is an entire pantheon. There are dozens of other Gods.”
    “Why aren’t they here then?”
    “It’s not their time to come yet. They still have things they need to do in their mortal lives before I can bring them here.”
    “Why?”
    Atlas smiled and I worried he could sense that I was coming around to all of this – albeit slowly. I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.
    “Because part of being a specific God is having a shared history with their God, so some people