The things I did for my family. That made me remember the words burned on Tuttook’s hind leg. Words I’d seen before on an ancient scripture. A truth I’d come to learn since my return to the Pantheon. A truth we’d need to remember to finish our quest successfully.
You’re supposed to be the steady one, the one who dreams. But in those dreams, you’re focusing your attention on improving the world, and the heavens above. Heavenly spirit. Anime mundi…the world soul.
I stepped away from the group and gathered a few large leaves along with a coconut shell filled with moon water. When I returned, Morpheus moved to allow me access to Persephone. I washed the dried blood from her arms and legs, sending her positive energy and stroking her skin with the damp leaves.
The teeth snapped again, and I raised my foot, giving him a swift kick just below his jaw, connecting with a dull thud against his thick hide. He reeled back on his haunches, grabbing my foot between his front paws.
Demons such as these go to great lengths for the sake of knowledge, but not for mere academic purposes. They seek learning that serves their purposes.
“But if he wants me to remove it, then he has to come and ask me. He needs to answer why his drinking is more important than his family.”
Becca gave a short bark of laughter. “This morning, my biggest concern was my divorce. Then my workplace gets invaded by…creatures…and we have to hide from them in the dark.”
I flipped open a blade in my other hand, sticking it in between his ribs. I twisted it, pushing with all my might.
Greeks had words for different types of love. Agapē was the word we used for altruism…an unconditional love.
Apollo’s hurt, but relatively safe at the moment. I’m not sure how long he will remain that way. He’s being tortured.
I walked into the living room. His clothes were still scattered on the floor, but I didn’t see him anywhere.
Erato plucked an orange from a branch heavy with fruit and juggled it in his palm while he and Melly strolled along.
She took my hand again and placed a kiss on the back of it. Her finger traced the stones of my ring as she admired it again. “Remain good to each other,” she said.
“I know,” he said, “but we don’t want to get in trouble for indecent exposure in a foreign country. Can you imagine making that call to Demeter?”
What a rotten life she led: selfish and uncaring. Greed was almost understandable, but betrayal of your own son?
