You'd think I'd already been in hell, married to my ex. But just this one time, you'd be wrong. Surprise, surprise, the Dark Council has been plotting to force my hand. They know that I love Crash. Yes, I said the L word. And they know I'd do anything to bring him back from hell-even though it means it puts both our souls into great danger. And puts my knees into running mode. (Cue the Advil.) Now, I'm headed straight into a hell that is straight out of a Greek Odyssey. Cerberus, the Ferryman, and Hades himself better watch their backs, because even they won't stop me and Feish from getting to Crash and finding a way to bring him home. One way or another, I'm going to get my blacksmith back in arms. And more preferably, finally in my bed.
