Ariadne

by Jennifer Saint

I want you to know that it was I who cut each and every one of them down in turn. When I had killed all fifty sons in front of him, I slew Pallas as well. Your brother’s death is avenged at my hands.’

Today I would seize my destiny for myself.

My story would not be one of death and suffering and sacrifice. I would take my own place in the songs that would be sung about Theseus: the princess who saved him and ended the monstrosity that blighted Crete.

Until, abruptly, I felt gritty sand beneath me and I knew I was on a beach. But it was not one I knew, and I was alone – so alone that it tore a ragged, gaping wound in my body

Foreshadowing

It was the women, always the women, be they helpless serving girls or princesses, who paid the price.

I felt that this book always told more than it showed. This book was set out to portraying a feminist perspective on the lives of these forgotten women in Ancient Greece but rather than exploring how this and the stories beneath the surface pretty much reiterates what mythology has already stated. Huge disappointment

he seemed suddenly to be nothing more than an angry child, squalling and stamping because his favourite toy had been taken away.

I would not let a man who knew the value of nothing make me doubt the value of myself.

We were not like them; we had always told ourselves so, and I had wrapped myself in the comfort of that belief.

I had fallen in love with his vulnerability all those years ago. I had thought it made him different to all other men and gods alike. But it was his misery that made me so uneasy now. Because if I had learned anything, I had learned enough to know that a god in pain is dangerous.

This seriously pissed me off. After all that this character has went through, they still did not learn any lessons from their previous encounter of men. Absolutely no development to their character what so ever.