In front of her was a river, frothy white with rapids, and a wooden boat, oars still engaged in the oarlocks. āThere must be a mistake,ā Latona looked up at the achingly blue sky. The last thing she could remember was the screeching of metal as her car crumpled around her. Fabric or paper twirled in the air like confetti. Then pain. She was dead, she was definitely one-hundred percent dead, and there was truly a man wearing only a loincloth standing in front of her. She pinched herself, but it didnāt hurt. She was dead after all. āI am Phelegas, ferryman of the dead. You must pay your fare to pass into Hades,ā he held out a pale hand. āWhereās the white tunnel? And Hades? Like hell? I must have really messed up,ā Latona tried to look only at the manās face. He was nearly naked, and far too old for her taste. āHades is the Greek afterworld. Your name is Latona, the hidden one, daughter of Coeus and Phoebe, si...