He wasn't where she thought he'd be. He wasn't anywhere she'd thought he'd be. They'd been here for days, and except for seeing him across the table at dinner, it was almost as if he was avoiding her. Gara couldn't understand why. She'd said she'd take him hunting, but he hadn't followed up. She'd said she'd model for him, and though the gift was ( Read more... )

Meagara hissed, vicious and serpentine. The scrambling young thing across the room from her pressed himself into the wall wondering how in the world he'd crossed paths with an unhappy Maniai ( Read more... )

It is always unwise, and impossible to hide things from your mother. More so when your mother is an immortal, a god, and all knowing Night ( Read more... )

It was strange being back home. She and her sisters had wrestled so hard against staying, fought against mom and her smothering nature, made the decision to stay in their grove all year round from now on. And yet... it was different now. It felt right to be in the tower, to look out the bower window and see the rivers, dark and silver, lost souls ( Read more... )

Stillness, in the center of a chaotic storm whispering of torment. The cloud bursts apart, shadows solidifying into an army of red-winged, long clawed women who land silently on and around the Temple of War. There's nothing distinctive about them, a legion of sameness fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution ( Read more... )

The sharp grind of metal on metal had been heard. The audacity of it stunning. These Olympians and their pride ( Read more... )

We go for Deimos next ( Read more... )

Gara perches on one of the lower roofs of the Fortress of War and scowls. Her gaze is focused on deimos_dot_com's temple ( Read more... )

It may be universal, that the one person, one creature, in all the world that can annoy and irritate you more than anything else - is your mother.

Gaia summoned. Tisiphone and I waited as long as we could, but Alecto finally decided it was time we went. Gaia had obviously heard about Ruina and it was time we formally told her.

WeThere was no way ( Read more... )

The cobblestones of the pantheon square rumble and shift. A fountain of dirt sprays up through the air and three figures flow upwards with it ( Read more... )