Daughters of Olympus

by Hannah M. Lynn

was right that we found more enjoyment in one another’s company than in any others, but it would be wrong of me not to admit that, for a time, I did not merely love Zeus. I was in love with him, too.

Pardon????

there are times when pain should be numbed and times when you should let it burn through you with all the fire your body can withstand.

happiness can be so deeply intertwined with grief, so it would not be possible for the joy to exist had the pain not been present beforehand.

Any compassion I had felt for these creatures abandoned me. I did not see them as I had once done. Sisters, daughters, my kin. Instead, I saw them for what they were. Beasts who had taken my trust and betrayed me. Creatures as vile as Zeus himself, who took advantage of the life I had offered them for their own gain. Monsters.

PARDON????

“No! No, no, no!” I cried, glancing down at my already-swelling belly. Once again, I was with child.

Oh my fucking god

“Draw strength from the pain that you feel,” Thelxiepia continued. “Know that it comes from a place of power. You will be better for this loss.”

they were deep in discussion with Hades. Their attention, I noted, rested solely on a man before them. A man dressed in a red robe with oiled hair. In his hand he held a beautifully ornate lyre. Though it was not his hair or instrument that caused me to stifle a gasp as I reached beside me and grabbed Hecate’s hand, it was his opacity.

ORPHEUS!! ORPHEUS!!