The ground cracked with every step of his boots as he walked out of the gates of Hades. Chains hung from his belt. His trench coat was stitched together from shadows and old battle flags. His eyes glowed with the faint red fire of Tartarus. Behind him, the gates slammed shut. Boom. Ed rolled his shoulders like a tank waking up. “Okay,” he muttered in a deep gravel voice. “Time to recruit.” He pulled a massive notebook from his coat …The notebook was thick enough to stop a bullet. The cover looke