Athena's Child (The Grecian Women Trilogy)

by Hannah M. Lynn

The air in Medusa’s throat grew thin as memories of Poseidon’s hands on her body seized her. The way he had forced himself into her, no man would ever do that again. ‘Leave now,’ Medusa said, her voice a piercing hiss in the air. ‘Why would I do that?’ he snorted. The arrogance of youth. ‘Because it is a better option than the fate that awaits you if you continue to advance.’

‘She is not a child any longer. She is a woman and soon men will come calling. And when they do, the Oracle’s prophecy will come true.’ ‘It is a wonder the Oracle did not prophesy that you die at my hand, Acrisius, for soon I feel it is likely to happen.’

She did not scream or bang on the sides to be let out. There was little point. She would not have the last hours of her son’s life as ones in which he heard only screaming and anguish. Instead, she sang to him every song she could ever remember hearing as a child.