Oh My Gods!
- LECTURAS 38
- Votos 2
- Partes 4
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Última publicación sáb, may 31, 2025
They weren't always serene. They weren't always just.
Behind the smoke of incense and echoes of mantras lie forgotten whispers - of betrayals, secret affairs, divine tantrums, ego wars, and cosmic coverups.
In Oh My Gods!, mythology gets a spicy retelling. From Indra's vanity meltdowns to sages with questionable morals, from forbidden romances to celestial courtroom drama - this book strips the silks off the gods and lets you peek into their perfectly imperfect lives.
Sacred? Yes.
But scandal-free? Not even close.
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