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Every time some hero wins the laurels, I am reminded of the girl I can never win.
‘Rhea,’ I croaked.
The kid grew up with a strong Aquarian vibe.’
‘It’s them. They’re doing it.’
‘That’s their new military-industrial complex. It’s bumming me out in a big way.’
Has being a god ever stopped someone from being stupid?’
I’m not going to get sucked into that patriarchal institutional oppression again.
wind chimes – a collection of hollow brass tubes and medallions engraved with Ancient Greek and Cretan symbols.
Only when you have defeated Python can you reclaim your rightful place on Olympus.
‘Seek the caverns,’ he said. ‘Near the springs of blue. Oh, Apollo … your sanity will be taken away, but do not …’
emperors have returned. Or rather they never went away. They’ve been plotting,
‘Gods are sustained by worship,
‘The worst of my descendants.’
‘The Christians called him the Beast because he burned them alive. Our enemy is Emperor Nero.’
It was carved from mountain laurel wood. The bitter irony appealed to me.
To Tartarus with him. I had work to do.
I’ve found that when one is searching for danger it’s never hard to find.
It was a bit tougher for Lester Papadopoulos, dork teen extraordinaire,
The tunnels amplified my voice, carrying it through the nest, making the entire hill my musical instrument.
‘Clever girl,’ I said, choosing that tunnel.
had to get the blues, good and proper.
For the first time in four thousand years, I sang of my own faults.
When she ran from me, I should have let her go.
I was the worst of the gods, the most guilt-ridden and unfocused. I couldn’t commit myself to one lover.
I kept shifting from one skill to another – distracted and dissatisfied.
My heart was a lump of petr...
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‘I’m so sorry.’
‘Why, dear Meg? You did nothing wrong. I failed you.’
Apollo, if I’d known
(I never liked the Spartans much.)
Besides, I thought, I don’t want to risk losing you again.
channelling my love for my own dear mother, Leto.
I would never have such a partner. It was not in my destiny.
Arrayed in front of us were the missing demigods,
execution
‘A god-emperor?’ I growled. ‘You mean a delusional ex-emperor.’
My barbarian friends are loyal subjects of the Julian dynasty! And, of course, we are all descended from you, Lord Apollo.’
we’ll expand and do what Romans have always done best – conquer the world.’