Athena's Child (The Grecian Women Trilogy)

by Hannah M. Lynn

Medusa grew from monsters, but she was not born of them.

Women use words and reason where men use fists and force. So why are we always second? Why is that my goddess? Why are we always second?’

‘Sometimes, it is difficult to see where your feet are planted when you are focusing so far out to the horizon.

‘These are the last lives you will take in my name,’

Her halo of serpents crowned her head as she called again.

you cannot fret about a future that may never happen.’

The grey glint was now gone, replaced by something darker still. ‘She is not human. She has never been human.

Did they make claims? What about the women who didn’t seek out their gazes? Were they left in peace or harangued and harassed for your men’s gratification?’

‘Gods do not pay the price for their wrongdoings, Perseus. Mortals do. The gods, like the rich of the world, push their agendas onto those whose voices are not loud enough to speak for themselves. The women. The weak. The unwanted. And no one shouts for those who need it the most. Why would they? To shout for another is to risk losing something yourself. And man cannot see beyond the depth of his own reflection.’

Meanwhile, Medusa’s truth was lost, and all that remained was the story of monsters and heroes, though the world would never truly know which was which.