The Widow of Rose House

by Diana Biller

“Harnessed lightning, available in every room, to be called whenever you want it.” “It sounds almost blasphemous.” He smiled wider. “Are you worried Zeus will descend Mount Olympus and smite us for our effrontery?” “Something like that.” “Wouldn’t that be a red-letter day for science,” he said. Alva rolled her eyes, the tightness in her stomach easing. “You have a unique and frequently disturbing outlook on life.” “Oh, come now. The discovery Zeus is not a mythical figure but does in fact exist? Think of the questions that could be answered. For example, what does it feel like to have your daughter born from your own skull?” “Is Hera as horrible as the stories make her out to be, or is it classic scandalmongering?” “How, exactly, do you transform heroes into celestial constellations? And does it hurt when you turn them into a series of stars spread over hundreds of light-years?” “Where exactly does one find ambrosia? Is it suitable for dinner parties?”