So, it turns out I'm this reincarnated goddess.

Whatever that means.

Of course, being a goddess apparently doesn't come with perfect hair or decent skin or even any neat-o superpowers.

Nope. Apparently the only thing I get for being a goddess is one stark-raving mad nemesis -- in this case, the old bull god Mithras, or at least this lunatic named Simon Blankenship, who thinks he's the present-day reincarnation of Mithras.

And the only thing standing between him and total world domination?

Oh, right: me.

As if!

So now we have to find these seven talismans of power before he does. On the plus side, it turns out that one of them is in Hawaii . . . and hey, I bet we could fit some surfing in around saving the world, right?

Well, a goddess has got to do what a goddess has got to do!