Somewhere, there is a City where all myths and legends mix and stand on street corners to wait for the bus. Where skyscrapers hold secrets and the sirens desperately attempt to tell the truth via local cable. Any story can meet another, even ones that are real.
A collection of short stories depicting new versions of old myths. OR: What happens to Icarus after he fell, Hermes and Hestia meddle and save humanity, and Hades would just like a nap.
The day her mother gives birth to a horse is the day Persephone decides that she really needs a plan.
Of course. The one day he decides to go above ground on his own volition, someone is raring to catch him.
Demeter wishes her daughter to be eternally virgin; gods line up to seek her hand; but no one bothered to ask Persephone what she wanted out of life. A retelling of the abduction myth.
Remember this, when Persephone falls: she was earth’s daughter, and the earth swallowed her.
Persephone sat down at the opposite end of the divan. "A mortal crossed the Styx… She's waiting in the throne room." Hades dropped the reed in the ink pot and raised his eyebrows, giving his wife his full attention. "She?" "Her name is Psyche. She says Venus sent her." "For what?" "That's… what I need to ask you about." She settled in the seat and crossed her legs. "Why, pray tell, husband, would Aphrodite think that there is a box of beauty that I keep at my bedside?"
“No one told me what prayers to recite,” Johnny forces out, trying to summon the well of anger that usually burns within him when he enters the church. “‘Spose they’re not used to trussin’ up somethin’ that can talk back.” Father Simon says nothing, his footsteps echoing out on the stone; growing louder as he approaches. “I can baa for ya if that’d make it more familiar,” he spits, some remnant of himself flaring and he strains his arms, struggling in vain against the ropes binding his wrists. He follows the hem of his robe as he circles him; his keen eyes heavy as they study the sigils on his skin until he finally comes to a stop behind him. He’s not even to see his death. Johnny curses himself as only now does grief come at being denied a final look into his eyes. Even now, you can’t help but chase sin.
