Focused on her photography work above all, Fran doesn't have time for distractions like friends or love. That is, until a girl with a heavenly voice graces the stage at the rock club one night. Fran tries to convince herself her interest is purely professional, to write about an up-and-coming ban...

"The gods are careless and cruel; I learned that young. Then the Harvest Scythe was stolen, and I learned they were stupid too. Without it in its divine place, the world would starve in one year's time, and apparently, she needed a gaggle of random assholes at a bar to go get it for her." Fort...