A. H. Johnstone

Charon was once the Ferryman of the Underworld. Now he’s the doorman of a disused office block. If only the old Gods hadn’t lost that drunken bet all those centuries ago, things would be very different. For a start, Ragnarök probably wouldn’t be on its way.

Ra is looking for a way of escaping the mortal realm, but there’s something about his plans he isn’t telling everyone.

Maybe Charon is the only one who’s noticed. He certainly seems to be the only one who cares. But can he do anything about it? It looks like he’s going to try. But there are others who might profit from the situation, and the last thing he wants is the Fae Courts breathing down his neck.

Kerian Denaris is a desperate man. Cursed for desertion and pursued by supernatural beings, he is obsessed with finding the answer to an impossible enigma. The cure for old age.
Taking passage on the mysterious galleon El Defensor, his travels take him across tempestuous seas, to mythical islands, ancient monasteries and a ships graveyard infested with creatures from nightmare.
Working alongside a colourful crew of misfits, Kerian must finally choose between pursuing his own selfish needs, or defending those of the people around him.