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“You should have known I would find you once you took your clothes off. It is a sixth sense.”
“I will not be late to Sybil’s party, Hades. If you wish to please me, then you’ll make me come and on time.”
“But…he is the Lord of the Underworld.” “We’re all aware,” Hermes said. “Look at him—he’s the only goth in the room.”
Her attackers wore masks—white ones with gaping mouths.”
“I never thought I’d thank the Fates for anything they gave me, but you—you were worth all of it.” “All of what?” “The suffering.”
All I could think is that I could have brought them peace and instead they brought me agony.”
and yet here they were, at the end of all things, sharing their eternity with no hint of anger or animosity.
This is power, she thought as her body flushed and fluttered with a chaotic tangle of emotion—the passion and pain of loving someone more than the air in her lungs and the glimmer of stars in the night sky.
“Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.”
“Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.” —Homer, The Iliad
“I will build temples in honor of our love, and I will worship you until the end of the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you.”
We are all broken, Persephone. It’s what we do with the pieces that matters.”
“I am a Goddess of Life,” Persephone said. “A Queen of Death.” As the shadows swirled, Persephone felt as though she herself were becoming darkness. “I am the beginning and end of worlds.”
“I should have never allowed you to leave that temple. That prophecy was not about your children. It was about you.”
“If you make war against them, you make war against me.” The words came from Apollo, whose golden bow materialized within his hands. “And me,” Hermes said, drawing his blade.
“You would protect a goddess whose power might destroy you?” Hera asked. “With my life,” Hermes said. “Sephy is my friend.” “And mine,” said Apollo. “And mine,” said Aphrodite, who broke from the line and crossed to Persephone’s side.
“Leave with me,” Demeter said, desperate. “Leave with me now, and we can forget this ever happened.” Persephone was already shaking her head. “I can’t.”
Despite how long she’d lived, she was no longer well. She was broken, and she never would be whole again.
“That,” Hecate said, “is the sound of Theseus releasing the Titans.”
“I regret that she chose this path,” Persephone said. “Because it means I must tear her apart.”
