After her mother's murder, Evie Walker left her small hometown and began writing comics. Her stories about a US military ops team are very popular, particularly since they feed into the culture of paranoia and armament that the US has become in the wake of repeated terrorist attacks. But when her father is dying of cancer, Evie returns to the home she left, and finds it is far larger than she remembers. Because underneath her house lies the Storeroom, the repository of mythic items from all ages and places. From the Golden Fleece to Cinderella's slipper, it's all in a Midwestern cellar guarded by a dying old man. Now Evie is the Storeroom's keeper, and she must protect it from the greed of all manner of monsters, fairies and gods. Her only ally is Sinon, the Greek soldier who convinced the Trojans to open their gates to the horse. For his lies, he was cursed with eternal life. After generations spent wandering the earth, his only goal is death--but in the meantime, he's willing to help Evie.
This book has too many ideas, and doesn't expand on any of them for long enough. Evie realizing that Hera is operating like a terrorist, and that this is her chance to get closure/vengeance for her mother's murder by a human terrorist, would have worked a lot better if there'd been more lead-in to it. As it is, the emotional content of the scene felt like it came out of nowhere. The apocalyptic ending was pretty abrupt as well. Evie and Sinon's love affair ramps up ludicrously swiftly. Most annoying of all, however, were the sections of Evie's comic book script. Characters tell her its brilliant, and she was awarded a medal for it, but the script itself is terrible. Not only is it clunky and obvious, but the script takes up a huge portion of the book that would be better served by getting more of Sinon's tale, or anecdotes about how other mythic items got into the Storeroom.
Discord's Apple is disorganized and unpolished, obviously a beginner's attempt at a book. But I'd rather read a book with a lot of poorly-executed ideas than a book of cliches, so I'm glad I read this one.