Paul Cornell’s Oh Fortuna, a historical fantasy romp set in an alternate Britain in which the classic pantheons of gods are real (all of them), human affairs are messy (very), and the fate of everything rests in the hands of a socially inept mathematician on a mission to save the world (and maybe try sex along the way, if she can manage it).
Valeria Corvus Sapiens—brilliant, gutsy, and utterly incapable of reading the room—has just made a terrifying discovery. Her calculations as a student of natural philosophy show the end of the world has been set in motion by a cabal of powerful gods. Her only shot at stopping them will send her on a quest around the globe with a ridiculous crew that includes her supportive best friend, her less supportive mother, the demigod Hercules, and the gorgeous but bumbling Captain Tiber, who might be falling for Val or might already be attached to the goddess Fortuna—Val really has no way of knowing.
Fleabag meets The Odyssey, Oh Fortuna charms with epic adventure, sly humor, and a spot of romance—even as it has serious things to say about our own world.