The gods are all-knowing. The gods are perfect. The gods are immortal.  If only any of it were true. Shameless self-promotion was the only thing the gods were ever any good at. Farrin, former God of Air, knows it better than anyone.  Banished from the heavenly realm of Voltarim and stripped of his divine powers, Farrin has been living rough with the mortals for the last five years. It seems that being a fallen deity doesn't carry as much weight these days as it used to. Sleeping in barns, begging for scraps of food, and hunted like a dog by the vengeful gods back home—Farrin's looking to make some drastic life changes. Immediately.  Two choices lay before Farrin. The first: buckle down and earn an honest living through some good old fashioned hard work and toil.  That one is right out, of course. Hard work and toil are for mortals, not disgraced former gods. Which leaves only one logical alternative:A heist of heaven itself.  Farrin hatches a plot to break back into Voltarim, steal everything that isn't nailed down, and get out alive. Now there's a proper get-rich-quick scheme for him to get behind, with a dash of revenge on the side. A good plan all in all—assuming he doesn't end up on the wrong end of a smiting first.  With the help of two uppity mortals, Farrin prepares to pull off the boldest heist on this side of the afterlife—robbing the very gods who cast him out. The payday of a thousand lifetimes is waiting for him. But should he fail, Farrin will learn exactly what divine punishment really means.