Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop

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Hot as Hades?

I have to admit, when reviews started coming in for Persephone talking about how hot Hades is, I was shocked. I don’t know why I was shocked, I described Hades as drool-worthy, and my mental image of him certainly counts as hot, but the idea that I’d written a guy that readers claimed to be in love with/obsessed with was just insane to me! In a good way. I love those reviews 🙂

So what makes a hero in a fiction book hot? Here’s what my readers seem to like:

Minimal (good looking) description. Let’s face it, what readers can conjure up in their heads is much more enticing than words on a page. All I said about Hades was that he looked good, had black hair, electric blue-eyes, an angular face, skin that could have been carved from marble (What? He’s a Greek god, I had to pay homage to all those statues somehow), is tall, and that he had a strong build.

That’s it. And that description didn’t pop up all in one place. It was peppered over chapters, one or two details would repeat, hair and eye color mostly, but that’s all I wrote. There are a billion different ways Hades could actually look based on those descriptions. Tall for instance is largely a matter of perspective. Persephone mentioned barely clearing 5 feet (my height), to me there’s not a huge difference between someone who is 5’6 and 6’5. When you’re already craning your neck to look up at someone a foot doesn’t make that much of a difference. But I’m willing to wager my readers that are 5’6 picture someone taller than they are.

I’ve seen writers over-do it. I’ve read characters who were 6’2 1/2 inches, with hair the color of burnt umber paint by Blic Art, oil #3541. They get slammed for it to in reviews. I had a writer friend (who to be clear did NOT over-do the description of his character to that degree, or any degree actually) get a two-star review because the reader didn’t like facial hair.

On the other hand, don’t under-do it. I remember being shocked in book 4 of the Left Behind series when the writer casually mentioned Buck was blond. For some reason I’d pictured him to be like Kirk Cameron. His description might have included that earlier, but not often enough for me to not be jerked out of the book when that detail was dropped. I remember a bunch of other people mentioning that to, so it wasn’t just me. Have you ever series a book pronouncing the characters name one way, then heard the author say it another? It’s jarring, and for me, it ruins that character forever because I actually get stressed when I see there name on the page because I know I’m reading it “wrong” but habit is hard to break.

A reader’s imagination is a powerful thing. Leave them the room to picture their dream guy, but give them something to picture.

Over protective tendencies:

I don’t know what this says about me as a woman, and I don’t particularly care. Guys that try to protect their significant others are hot.

Unless of course they go so far as to disable the protagonists car so she can’t leave her house to visit the neighborhood warehouse, mentally stalk her, or watch her while she sleeps without her knowing. That’s just creepy.

For some reason anger plays really well into overprotectiveness. When someone tries to hurt the main character and the hero gets really, really mad, that’s very attractive. Not sure why, and again, there is a delicate balance, but if the goodreads status updates are any indication, angry Hades scenes make my readers happy, and tend to be my favorite moments in the book.

Barriers This is one I love in books and movies but hate in real life. When the guy is rude, and condescending, and hard to read to everyone except the main character who breaks through his cool tough guy exterior. She’s the only one who can really understand him, and boy do the two of them share some biting one-liner arguments as they argue/build up sexual tension. Often there’s a scary darkness to these characters that they want to leave behind to be worthy of the main character, who appreciates their darkness because it reflects a side of themselves they’re afraid to express.

There’s an element of that to Hades, though he at least is also portrayed as a nice guy to everyone with sarcastic tendencies. See, in real life, these guys would be so irritating that to me it wouldn’t be worth dating them. But for some reason that borderline-condescending sarcasm with all the dark layers of wounded whateverness is really attractive in fiction.

Describe your favorite fictional hot hero and what you like about them.How do they fit into the big three trends of hot heroes I’ve mentioned above? Did I leave out any trends you’ve noticed? Comment below for a chance to win your choice of one of my books and of course keep hopping for more chances to win a Barnes and Noble Gift Card!

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Mythology Monday: The War of the Giants

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Also called the Gigantomachy. After the Titanomachy (war against the Titans) Gaia was not exactly happy with the Olympians for slaughtering\locking up all the Titan in Tartarus. Her displeasure would send ripples throughout mythology, often resulting in different monsters and such that had to be defeated. Unsurprisingly, the biggest attack against the Olympians came from the Giants.

A bit of background. There were twenty-four giants were born in full armor carrying weapons, spears specifically, and had “serpent like lower limbs.” They were rather large, and easily made angry. They could only be defeated by gods and heroes working together. Hence the premise for the Percy Jackson series. (House of Hades can come out any day now).

The giants, led by Alcyoneus attacked the Olympians. Otus and Ephialtes attempted to storm Olympus by piling Mount Ossa upon Mount Pelion. The fates teamed up with the Olympians to drive them back but were not successful, though they did manage to club the giants Thoon and Agrios. Hecate burned the giant Clytius to death with her torches. Athena killed the giant Enceladus, who had the scales of a dragon for feet, and buried him under Mount Etna, where he sometimes breathes and causes lava to flood the land. She also killed the giant Pallas.

Artemis killed a giant with her arrows, and either Hephaestus or Ares depending on the myth killed the giant Mimas by throwing fire balls at him. Dionysus even got a kill in when he slew Eurytus with his pine-cone wand (not joking, google it, it’s called a Thrysus). Ares also killed the giant Pellorus.

Hermes killed the giant Hyppolytus by using his flying shoes and invisibility hat. The last giant the Olympians killed on their own was Polybote. Poseidon crushed him with an island.

Why did I just list off every giant killed by the gods alone? For one very important reason. The giants could only be killed by a god and a hero working together. Many versions of the myths featuring the death of these giants were solo missions. In other words, some gods, not many, but some were also heroes.

Athena, Poseidon, the Moirae, Ares, Hepheastus, Hecate, Hermes, Artemis, and Dionysus have earned an honorable mention for being able to do what Zeus, Hera, Hades, Demeter, and EVERY other god of the time could not.

It wasn’t enough. The giants were still coming. At that point, Hera had a prophecy that the Olympians would never win without the help of the demigods. Specifically the demigod she’d spent the last several decades torturing with endless quests, and madness, and bad luck.

Talk about an “oh crap” moment.

How Hera managed to get Hercules on board is beyond me, because I seriously would have told her to go f–

This is a young adult blog, isn’t it?

Ahem, I would have been less than polite in my refusal.

But Herc was a hero, and by this point probably was legitimately crazy, so he helped the gods best the giants in a series of uber-epic battles. Now remember, Hercules was also dramatic, so rather than saying “Sure, I’ll help,” he loaded up one of his hydra poisoned arrows, shot Alyoneus, picked him up, and dragged him from the magical borders of Pallene where he could not die, and beat him to death with a club.

Interesting side note: Alyoneus had seven daughters known as the Alkyonides. Upon their father’s death they threw themselves into the sea and became fish. There are a group of islands named for the sisters. The word Alkyonides also refers to a beautiful weather pattern that repeats in Greece every year after Christmas until the middle of January there is a non-interrupted period of days with clear blue skies and warm temperatures. I would really love to move there.

Aphrodite assisted Hercules in the slaughter of several giants by forcing the giants into a cave and locking them in with the hero. Hercules teamed up with Apollo to kill Ephialtes and Otus with Apollo’s arrows, though some versions of the myth feature the two giants accidentally killing each other.

In a lovely father-son moment of bonding, Hercules and Zeus worked together to defeat the giant Porphyrion, who was trying to rape Hera thanks to a misfire from one of Eros’ bows.

Hercules defeated the giants Leon and Peloreus on his own because as a demigod, he was also a god and a hero. Go figure.

Because Hercules helped the gods so much, after his death he was turned into a god and brought to Mount Olympus.

I’m sure Hera was thrilled.

Thursday Review: Divergent by Veronica Roth

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The Blurb: In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago world, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue–Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is–she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.

During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles alongside her fellow initiates to live out the choice they have made. Together they must undergo extreme physical tests of endurance and intense psychological simulations, some with devastating consequences. As initiation transforms them all, Tris must determine who her friends really are–and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes exasperating boy fits into the life she’s chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she’s kept hidden from everyone because she’s been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers unrest and growing conflict that threaten to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves . . . or it might destroy her.

The Review: I always wait so long to read these popular books, and I don’t know why because they are always SO good. I loved this story. First of all, this is present tense very well. That’s hard to pull off. I could not put this book down. The action was great, and the story just didn’t seem to stop coming. I enjoyed it right up until the end, and there I think it fell apart a bit.

I think the end (by which I mean the last third of the book, once the whole competition is over) should not have been a part of this book. It happened far too fast and seemed to come out of nowhere. I think it would have been a better beginning of the next book. It’s just such a completely different tone that it felt jarring. It didn’t belong.

Despite that, this is an awesome five star book. I enjoyed every minute of reading it.

 

Mythology Monday: Hercules’ love life and Death

Bet you thought we were done with old Herc, huh?

Nope. Hercules has a textbook full of myths associated with him. His mythology intertwines with so many other myths that for the purposes of my research I have to know about him even though I killed him off before book 1 AND had him drink from the Lethe (i.e I have no plans for Herculean adventures in my series, though he may pop up in short stories or prequels.) That research should count for something, so settle in for a few more weeks worth of the most famous of all the demigods. I promise, I will eventually move on.

Okay, so I mentioned in young Hercules that Hercules was driven mad by Hera and killed his wife Megaera and his children. It took him many years and many labors, but he eventually moved on to Princess Iole. Her father promised her as a prize for an archery contest. Hercules won, but when her father (who’d actually taught Hercules archery as a child) realized who Hercules was, and recalled the fate of Hercules’ first wife, he refused to allow Hercules to marry his daughter.

Iole’s brother Iphitus thought his father was over reacting, so in an effort to bond/help Herc prove himself, he asked for help tracking down some of his father’s missing horses. Herc agreed, but Hera randomly drove him nuts again, so Hercules ended up murdering Iphitus.

Hercules felt bad about the murder, so he consulted/and or depending on the version of the myth was commanded by The Oracle of Delphi to atone for the blood on his hands. The Oracle sent him to serve Queen Omphale for one to three years depending on the source. Omphale, daughter of a river god, made Hercules dress as a woman and do women’s work for the time he was in servitude. He must have been into that kind of thing, because when he was freed, he married her.

The marriage didn’t last. Hercules later met the beautiful, and by far one of the more interesting women in Greek mythology, Deianira. Her father had arranged her marriage to a river god, but she wasn’t having it. She drove a chariot, studied war, and made her own choices, and she set her sights on Hercules.

She eventually caused the death of Hercules with her jealousy…

Hmm… interesting interpretation most of my research comes to that. Lets rephrase that to get a better representation of what actually happened.

Hercules the womanizing, cheating, scumbag got what was coming to him.

Herc and Deianira had to cross a river, a centaur named Nessus offered to help but ended up trying to kidnap and rape Deianira. Herc got pissed and shot him with one of his poisonous arrows. As Nessus bled out, he offered her a spell to keep Hercules faithful. Mix his (Nessus’) blood with olive oil.

Fast forward a bit, and Hercules has fathered children all across Greece with other women (fifty of them the daughter of one man given to him as a reward for one night, who all bore children, long and kind of gross story). He also slept with Echidna, and had monster-children, more on them later, and he may or may not, depending on which version of the myth you read, have slept with every man mentioned by name in all of the Hercules Mythology Mondays.

Hercules randomly remembered that Iole’s father never did give him his prize. So he attacked her city. Iole threw herself off a wall, attempting suicide rather than living with Herc. However her fluffy dress saved her, and she landed unharmed, whereupon Hercules took her as his concubine.

Understandably miffed, Deianira slathers the bloody mixture on to Hercs clothes. He puts it on, and the poison in the blood from his hydra tipped arrows burned through his skin, causing so much pain that Hercules ended up leaping onto a funeral pyre to end it all.

Deianira stabbed herself with a knife.

Greek myths are so cheerful 🙂

Winner!

The winner of the supernatural summer contest (for my blog anyway) was Diamond. She left the following comment:

Great post. You really got me thinking.

My favorite paranormal protagonist is Lestat from The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. I think I have a lot Lestat would be envious of. He’d be envious of my mortality; that I can and will die at any moment of my life, making me cherish my life more. He’d be envious of the relationships I’ve had (romantic wise) because since he’s consumed by blood lust he doesn’t have any other lust or desire, and he misses that (he says so in the books).
Reading about Lestat’s glamorous yet lonely immortal existence is really fun…but I no longer literally wish I was an immortal. The burden and grief is too great. Anne’s books have taught me that lesson. Or maybe, since I’ve grown up reading her books I taught myself simply by witnessing my change of opinion within a 10 year span.

Dee @ Dee’s Reads

Thank you all for commenting and keep checking my blog for more giveaways 🙂

Thursday Review: While we were watching Downton Abbey by Wendy Wax

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The blurb: When the concierge of The Alexander, a historic Atlanta apartment building, invites his fellow residents to join him for weekly screenings of Downton Abbey, four very different people find themselves connecting with the addictive drama, and—even more unexpectedly—with each other…

Samantha Davis married young and for the wrong reason: the security of old Atlanta money—for herself and for her orphaned brother and sister. She never expected her marriage to be complicated by love and compromised by a shattering family betrayal.

Claire Walker is now an empty nester and struggling author who left her home in the suburbs for the old world charm of The Alexander, and for a new and productive life. But she soon wonders if clinging to old dreams can be more destructive than having no dreams at all.

And then there’s Brooke MacKenzie, a woman in constant battle with her faithless ex-husband. She’s just starting to realize that it’s time to take a deep breath and come to terms with the fact that her life is not the fairy tale she thought it would be.

For Samantha, Claire, Brooke—and Edward, who arranges the weekly gatherings—it will be a season of surprises as they forge a bond that will sustain them through some of life’s hardest moments—all of it reflected in the unfolding drama, comedy, and convergent lives of Downton Abbey.

My thoughts: Okay, so this is going to be one of my very rare bad reviews. It’s my fault. This is not my type of book. I picked it up at a book exchange and money is tight and library wait times are long. So I finally picked it up.

I think one reason I didn’t like it is because it was just close enough to be my actual life that the differences made it jarring. I live outside of Atlanta, and lived in Atlanta for quit some time. Never, in my whole life have I heard people say “Oh, I live ITP” or “OTP” (inside or outside of the perimeter) instead of saying I live in midtown, Buckhead, near Piedmont Park, or whatever. I don’t know why it annoyed me to the extent that it did, but it did. To be fair, the author lives in Atlanta too, so maybe it’s just something people in her crowd do.

I’m a writer. So are one of the characters. I have a very, very difficult time believing a book that was apparently sketched out enough to land a contract and have an agent all excited that this book could really launch that characters carer could be so undeveloped that the character is flipping out because her 1) characters aren’t named 2) the writer doesn’t know the characters motivations, and 3) the author can’t produce the first three chapters within a week or two. Sorry! I don’t buy it. That the author also sold her house, and moved to an apartment so she could write full time (why move to do that btw?) without feeling passionate enough about her story to think it through BEFORE making a life changing gamble just makes no sense to me.

The “struggling single mom” doesn’t need to work, and sends her kids to private school on her ex-husband’s dime. I can see being stressed because he’s always behind on child support, but the kids are school aged. You are not struggling if you have the luxury of staying home. I stay home with my daughter and I’m married to a husband with a steady job. It’s a struggle for us to manage and that’s with me writing full time for multiple paying markets. Random single mom character, you aren’t struggling. Stop whining.

These women were professional victims. Random single mom is all upset because she doesn’t like her apartment, if it were up to her she would move some place more homey. Her ex offers to buy the place so he can move into it instead and she can move elsewhere, Oh that jerk! How dare he! Oh, if it were up to her she’d send her children to a public school, but he insists on a private school… that jerk (You’d choose to send your children to a public school in inner city Atlanta, Really?)

Random author is handed publicity most authors would kill for…and she whines because she can’t find the passion to write anymore. Nothing is as fun as watching Downton Abby.

Random old money character feels like her siblings are taking advantage of her husband’s money, so she bullies her butler into hiring her brother and cries victim when the brother who is always doing stupid things, does something stupid. Never mind that fact that she literally only married her husband for his money. Oh she came to love him, but she’d never stop being grateful that he rescued her from her dead parents debt (which does not inherit, btw, so how did it get passed on to the kids?)

And the lengthy descriptions of episodes of Downton Abbey. Writing rule, never ever rely on something outside of your story to describe something to your readers.

To be fair, the characters all grow and change, but I was so mad at them I didn’t even care. I alternated between outright hating them and wanting to punch them in the face. I’m going back to young adult and fantasy books where the characters have problems worth whining about.

Mythology Monday: A few more adventures of Hercules

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Hercules went on to have a ton more adventures before dying/becoming a god. Two I’m not going to cover in this series of Mythology Mondays are his adventures with Jason and the Argonauts (that’s a whole new series by itself) and the battle against the giants. I’ll tell them eventually, but through a broader lens than just Herc’s place in it.

Hercules had a few divine friends, one of whom was Dionysus, the god of wine. Dionysus wanted Hercules to tell him how to get to the Underworld. Hercules told him a few unique ways to commit suicide, but eventually relented. But not before challenging the god to a drinking contest. He lost, and had to join Dionysus’ cult for a while.

He fought death, and won. Not in a metaphorical sense either. There was a man who was dying of an illness, his wife offered to take his place. Thanatos took an appointment and when he was supposed to collect the wife, Herc strangled him until he agreed to let them both live.

He took bad kings off of thrones and restored the rightful heirs so often that the myths got a bit repetitive. He killed abusive bosses or annoying people. There was one man who would force travelers to work in his vineyard if they wanted to pass through without getting clubbed to death. Herc killed him and put an end to that. He won contests. He studied with scholars and killed thieves. He was the original super hero. I think of him as an ancient version of Chuck Norris.

He also saved Troy (long before the Trojan war). Poseidon had sent a sea monster to attack Troy, and the King of Troy was going to sacrifice his daughter to appease the beast. Hercules intervened and killed the monster in exchange for horses Zeus had gifted the city as an apology for kidnapping the beautiful young man Ganymede. The King went back on his word to give up the horses, so Hercules pillaged Troy and killed all his sons.

Next week, we’ll explore Hercules’ love life and his death.

Thursday Review: Persephone’s Orchard

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The Blurb:

The Greek gods never actually existed. Did they? Sophie Darrow finds she was wrong about that assumption when she’s pulled into the spirit realm, complete with an Underworld, on her first day at college. Adrian, the mysterious young man who brought her there, simply wants her to taste a pomegranate.

Soon, though she returns to her regular life, her mind begins exploding with dreams and memories of ancient times; of a love between two Greeks named Persephone and Hades. But lethal danger has always surrounded the immortals, and now that she’s tainted with the Underworld’s magic, that danger is drawing closer to Sophie.

My Thoughts: I actually really liked this book! When I first realized that this was one of those “Persephone reincarnated into the modern day” things I have to admit, I was nervous. I’ve read a lot of versions of Persephone (though I waited until my first book was completely drafted and in queries until I did, just to be safe with the exception of L.J Smith’s Forbidden Games that was my favorite book when I was twelve, seriously, read it.), and I’ve seen that done several times without it ever actually seeming to work (for me, lots of people love them and there’s nothing wrong with that). Either Hades is always still Hades, but Persephone is somehow being reborn every so often, which feels really weird to me, or they’re both not exactly reincarnations, but two people with similar powers who just so happen to repeat a similar story for no real, concrete reason.

This book succeeded where those books failed. Yes, the characters were reincarnations of Hades and Persephone, but they both were and they were also 100% themselves. Sophie was a character in her own right as well as being Persephone who managed to be a completely developed, independent character of her own that complimented Sophie in such a way that it felt natural that they were also the same person.

Ringle captures the complexities of the whole reincarnation thing without resorting to “Oh, we like, loved each other in another life, so we’re in insta-love now” trope. Each lifetime felt like it happened, and it mattered, and that it happened independently of their prior lives. Sophie didn’t like Adrian at first, it took her a long time to warm up to him, and when she did the pacing felt natural, not like she was forced into it by her prior lives.

I’m sure I’m babbling, but this is seriously the only time I’ve seen reincarnated souls that actually had enough depth to be believable. It kind of reminded me of Soul Mates by L.J Smith, but for a more mature audience.

I also really enjoyed Ringle’s vision of the Greek gods of being essentially gifted humans who happened to be immortal. They don’t have limitless power, and they were kind of figuring everything out as they went along. I thought the whole Thanatos cult against the immortals thing was pretty interesting and kept the tension high, butt honestly I didn’t even need conflict. I was so wrapped up in watching this world and all the lifetimes within it unfold that the conflict and tension was bonus. This was a beautiful story, and I’m really excited to see how it unfolds in future installments of the series.

Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop: Why I write paranormal books

It started young. I was sitting on a carpet, knee to knee with my pastor, surrounded by ten or fifteen other squirming children while Mrs. Patty played “Jesus Loves Me,” on the piano. The music stopped, and the pastor looked at each one of us, a smile on his face, ignoring the pews full of adults.

“Let’s talk about the future. Kaitlin, do you know what you want to be when you grow up?”

I considered for a moment. I looked from my pastor, to the cross hanging above his head and found my answer.

“God.”

The church burst out laughing. I looked at the audience in confusion. What was so funny? I wanted to be different, and powerful, and loved by everyone in the whole wide world. What was wrong with that?

The pastor chuckled. “That job is already taken.”

“Oh,” I frowned, deep in thought. “Can I be the little mermaid then?”

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted more. Being human was just so plain and boring. Why couldn’t I be a magical mermaid princess? Or an all powerful deity? As I grew, the feeling didn’t go away. I gravitated toward books about twins with telepathy, vampires, witches, and shape-shifters. I watched shows, like Sailor Moon, and took long walks around my neighborhood, hoping against hope that I’d find a talking cat who would tell me I was really a princess.

I made up elaborate stories, telling people I was adopted, or had a twin sister. I pretended to have magic. I wanted so desperately to be special.

In retrospect, it wasn’t just the magic I wanted. I wanted to belong to something special. Something bigger than me. Sailor Moon had her Sailor Scouts, the secret circle had each other. The vampires had their own underground society. The children at Hogwarts had each other. Buffy had her click. It wasn’t like I didn’t have friends, but I wanted the type of relationships I saw in these books. Strong and unbreakable because of everything they’d gone through together. They all had a secret, and in bound them in a way that nothing normal ever could.

Friends are great and all, but no story featuring any paranormal activity would be complete without a hot love interest. My first crush, ever, was on Julian from The Forbidden Games trilogy. Equally enticing as the idea of being special, was the idea of finding that one person, who might be a bit dark and was probably a little dangerous who understood a part of you better than you did. These heroes are often broody, good-looking, sarcastic, and for whatever reason are drawn to– no, need– the protagonist. I wanted that.

I really did want that. Right up until I met the first broody, sarcastic boy in my middle school. I spent five minutes in a class-room with a boy who had the good looks of Tuxedo Mask, and all the charming qualities (i.e sarcasm, condescension, argumentative). I took a moment to wonder, was this the start of an epic romance? Would our back and forth eventually lead to a heat of the moment kiss? Five minutes lapsed into ten, and I came to a sad conclusion about myself.

If I were the protagonist of one of my books, would have lost my chance at an epic romance in chapter one by telling the romantic interest where he could shove it and then spending the rest of the book as far away from him as possible. Turns out, guys who treat people the way that most paranormal love interests do at the start the story come off as jerks for a reason. They are jerks. Being the one and only person who can get through Mr. Paranormal love-interests tough exterior kind of requires having the patience to break through that tough exterior. I don’t.

Fine. No epic love interest for me. But surely I could have magic. Then I realized something when reading one of the So You Want to be a Wizard books by Diane Duane. Nita had just confessed to her parents that she was a wizard. Her father told her something to the extent of, “I get why you want to do this, had I been given magic as a kid I would want it too, but…” and Nita tried to point out that he was lying. Had he wanted magic, been the right candidate for it, or whatever, he would have found it. It would have called to him, found him. The fact that it hadn’t meant he really wasn’t a match for it.

I think that one line of exposition in that one middle grade novel broke my heart. My whole life, I’d assumed that magic, if it was out there, would find me. I’d be one of the kids that got an invitation to Hogwarts. I’d be the victim in the freak accident, granting me superpowers. But in reality, if that stuff existed, more likely than not, I’d either never know about it, or I’d be one of the random sidekicks. After all, I’m not super rich. I’ve never won the lottery. I’m not a princess. I’m not a genius. I wasn’t born in New Zealand. Each and every one of those things is real. They’re all random luck of the draw. If I’m not anyone of those things, why would I ever assume I’d be lucky enough to be some magical hero?

Then I realized something else. Magic came with baggage. I didn’t want to lose my family, even if it meant it would awaken magical powers. I didn’t actually want the burden of saving the world. I barely recycle. I didn’t want to worry that my actions would put my friends and loved ones in danger. Maybe I’ll never form the kind of bonds that come with fighting to the death beside a band of unlikely misfits turned hero, but bonus, I’d never have to fight to the death!

In short, I grew up. I realized I was pretty lucky. Most of the protagonists in those books would sell their souls to have my life. I have friends, and I didn’t have to save their lives to get them. I met my dream guy, married him, and have a daughter. I started reading the books and watching the shows differently. Now, I didn’t breeze by the sad stuff and focus on what they got out of it. I realized what they lost. There’s a ton of books I can’t read anymore because it’s too sad.

I thought I was the only one who’d gone through this. Then my mom’s group started a book club and we had a talk about our favorite books and movies when we were younger. I realized something shocking. They’d all felt the same way. Every single one of them spent countless hours dreaming, and wishing, and hoping to be something different, something special. And every single one us, on rereading, or rewatching, were horrified at how tragic the main characters lives were. None of us would wish that life on anyone, much less want it for ourselves.

There is something tragic and isolating about childhood that lasts all the way to young adulthood. Some part of us that’s terrified that this is it, and wishes desperately for something more. Something that’s afraid of being alone and powerless. That fear is reflected in every.single. children’s story. Maybe it’s because when you’re young, you’re still learning about the world and trying to figure out your place in it and your limitations. I remember that feeling, which is why the worlds I create in my books are full of magic and wonder.

So in light of my grass-is-greener paranormal philosophy, I propose a giveaway. Pick your favorite protagonist from a paranormal book and name one thing you have that they would be jealous of. OR one thing about your favorite paranormal love interest that would probably drive you insane if you actually had to live with it every day. My favorite comment gets a copy of my paranormal romance novel, Persephone.

Happy hopping everyone

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Mythology Monday: The final labors of Hercules

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The tenth labor of Hercules was to get cattle from the monster Geryon. Geryon was a giant and a grandson to Medusa who lived on the island Erytheia. He either had one body and three heads or three conjoined bodies depending on the myth you read. Sometimes he even had wings. He had a watch dog with two heads that was a brother to Cerberus that guarded the cattle.

Hercules had to cross the desert to get to Erytheia, and he didn’t like the heat. He threw a temper tantrum and shot at Helios with an arrow. Helios was shocked at Hercules’ bravery (odd reaction from such a volatile species, but whatever) and gave Hercules a magical golden cup that Helios used to cross the entire sea each night. Hercules used it to get to Erytheia quickly.

Hercules arrived and promptly killed the two headed puppy with his club :(. Geryone was furious and charged after Hercules, but Herc shot him with one of his poisonous arrows with so much force that it split the monsters head in half. Gross.

Herc herded the cattle back to Eurystheus. On the way some versions of the myth have a young man named Cacus stealing a few of the cattle by walking them backward so they left no trail. Herc tracked them down and killed the kid who stole them. Hera also intervened, sending gadflies to bite the cattle and scatter them, but Herc tracked them all down within a year. She also flooded a river so he couldn’t cross, but Herc piled some rocks and made the river shallower.

While tracking down the cattle, Hercules battled with two giants, Albion and Bergion or Dercynus, sons of Poseidon. Worried he couldn’t defeat them, Hercules prayed to his father Zeus for help. Zeus helped him win, and was so flattered by the prayer he put a constellation in the sky of Hercules kneeling to him.

Upon arriving back to Eurystheus, Herc sacrificed the cattle to Hera. He seriously could not take a hint. The woman hated him, just accept it and stop trying to appease her because everything he did just pissed her off more.

But Hercules was horrifyingly bad at taking hints, so he set off for his eleventh labor to steal apples from Hesperides, nymphs that guarded a garden in the Atlas Mountains, which of course belonged to Hera. The golden apples that grew in this garden could grant immortality. These were also guarded by a dragon with one-hundred heads named Ladon. One of these apples was later used to start the Trojan War by the goddess of discord.

Hercules first had to find the garden. To do that he caught the old man of the sea, a shapeshifting sea god. The Old Man can answer any questions if captured AND if you can hang on while he changes shape. He got directions, and on his way to the garden bumped into Antaeus, a monster who could not be killed so long as he was touching the earth. His parents were Poseidon and Gaia.

No problem. Hercules lifted him up and crushed him.

Upon reaching the gardens, Hercules asked for help from the father of the nymphs (in some versions), Atlas. Atlas agreed, if Hercules agreed to hold the weight of the world while he went and grabbed them. Hercules took on the weight of the world and waited patiently, but Atlas decided he didn’t want to return.

Some background on Atlas. Atlas was a Titan who sided against the Olympians in the Titanomachy.
As punishment, Zeus had him stand on the western corner of Gaia (earth) and hold Uranus (the sky) up on his shoulders so they could never make more baby Titans. The earth and the sky can never, ever touch. He did NOT hold the planet. Just the sky.

Anyway, depending on the version of the myth, Hercules either tricked Atlas into taking the weight again, or built the pillars of Hercules so that no one had to hold the sky in place. I prefer to the latter because I have a very difficult time believing Atlas would be so easily tricked (it literally went like “Sure Atlas, I’ll hold the world, but can you take it for a second so I can rearrange my cloak to be more comfortable. Atlas: Sure thing, buddy. Hercules: hhahahaha! *runs away*) into taking back the sky.

But since Atlas got the apples, not Hercules, he had to do a twelfth labor. To capture Cerberus, Hades’ three headed puppy.

Cerberus was the son of Echidna and Typhon. His three heads represented the past, present, and the future as well as youth, middle age, and old age. He stopped souls from crossing the river Styx and going back to the living realm.

Hercules was not allowed to use any weapons and had to travel to the Underworld. To learn to travel to the Underworld, he had to be inducted into the Eleusinian Mysteries, a cult that worshiped Demeter, Persephone, Hades, and Orpheus (who in my book named his CD the Eleusinian Mysteries). Passing into the Underworld somehow absolved Herc from his drunken party turned murder fest with the minotaurs from way back in his early labors. While passing through, Hercules rescued Theseus who, along with Pirithous was stuck to a chair for trying to abduct Persephone. He tried to free Pirithous too, but Hades wasn’t having it.

While he had Hades’ attention, Herc asked if he could borrow Cerberus. Hades agreed, so long as Herc promised not to use weapons on his puppy. Herc agreed, then slung Cerberus over his shoulder and found his way back to the living realm, completing his final labor.

In my universe, Cerberus was never returned to the Underworld, so Hades holds a grudge against Hercules.

We are not done with Hercules yet! He still had lots of adventures.