Athena's Child (The Grecian Women Trilogy)

by Hannah M. Lynn

Perhaps all monsters are born. Then again, perhaps it is just a way of hiding the darkness we all carry within us. A darkness we force ourselves to keep hidden from the world for we can barely imagine what terrible misdoings would occur if we were to let that darkness grow. Because the truth that we all know is this. Darkness grows.

These are not men. They are snakes, serpents trying to find the freshest eggs. And when they do find them, they crack them open, devour their insides, and leave nothing more than hollow shells.

These were not battles of blood, it is true, but they are battles. Battles that I have fought and won.’

Men didn’t need gods, Medusa mused, they just needed somebody, anybody, to guide them in their lives.

Women hold knives more often in the day than men ever do, yet it is not women who stab their husbands to death when they fear adultery.

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?’

When faced with a monster, who ever looked to see beyond the teeth and talons?