For Real Friday: Letting Go

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The Orpheus Myth is easily one of the sweetest in Greek Mythology. You’ve got a devoted husband willing to do whatever it takes to save his wife. But one often overlooked fact is that his wife was past saving. She wasn’t injured and waiting on a cure, she died and had found her place in the Underworld when Orpheus came and tried to bring her back to the living realm.

Like the Persephone myth, we never get Eurydice’s perspective here. Was she hopeful? Devastated when Orpheus glanced back at her? Would she have wanted him to risk everything to bring her back? Unlike the Persephone myth, I don’t have an issue with her lack of perspective because it makes the myth all the more realistic. When we lose someone, our thoughts and desperation and wishing for their return is one sided. We can speculate on what they would want us to do, but we’ll never know. Grief is for the living. Letting go isn’t about the other person, it’s about coming to terms with your own feelings.

He’d gone through hell for her, literally, only to mess up at the last second. I closed my eyes. Poor Orpheus.

Way Back Wednesday: Orpheus

Outside of Dante and Beatrice, I could only think of one modern day Orpheus retelling that could have influenced my perception of Orpheus growing up. What Dreams May Come.

In What Dreams May Come, Chris dies near the beginning of the movie and goes to heaven, his wife suffers from extreme grief and depression, and she ends up killing herself. In a controversial move, the movie declared all suicides go to hell, and Chris must venture through hell to reunite with his wife.

It was an intense movie, and honestly, I don’t remember if I liked it or not, I was pretty young. However, I do remember when my best friend told me about this super sad myth she’d heard in school one day, I immediately thought of this movie.

Another major influence on the way I reimagined the Orpheus myth is my friends telling of it. I can still remember gripping my cordless phone and listening as Kelly described Eurydice stumbling and Orpheus glancing back at her without thinking of it. She really captured the “oh-no” moment in it all and that myth stuck with me for over a decade.

Mythology Monday: Orpheus

“What is so important to you that it is worth traveling through the fires of Hell?” Hades asked.

“My wife, Eurydice. We were hiking, and a snake bit her. I couldn’t get help in time. She died.” He looked up at us, his eyes glassy with emotion. “I have to get her back.”

Hades nodded. “I’m afraid you’ve come a long way for nothing.”

I glanced at Hades. “There has to be something—”

“That’s enough, Persephone.”

“If you would allow me to present my case in song?”

Hades sighed heavily, but at my excited look, nodded at Orpheus. Orpheus waited a beat, and then opened his mouth to sing a heart-wrenching song begging for his wife back. Coming from anyone else it would have seemed cheesy, but as his voice filled the room, I could feel my own heart breaking for him.

Tears stung my eyes when he’d finished his song. “We have to do something.”

“Persephone—” Hades sighed.

I turned to Moirae. “Is it possible?”

She looked startled. “Yes, my queen.”

I blinked at the title. For the past month, when Moirae wasn’t glaring at me like she’d like to witness my crucifixion, she pretended I didn’t exist. I mostly returned the favor.

I smiled at Hades flirtatiously and laid a hand on his. I felt a little silly, but I might as well put that charm to a good cause.

“It would mean a lot to me,” I whispered, looking at him through heavy lashes. I was startled to see his face change. He looked completely unguarded. That never happened during goddess lessons.

“Uh…” Hades shook his head. “Does anyone know she’s dead yet?”

“Just my mother,” Orpheus replied, pretending not to notice the scene that had just taken place. “I summoned her when…obviously she couldn’t help Eurydice. She stayed with her…body, just in case I was able to return with her soul.”

“Call the soul in question forward,” Hades instructed Moirae. “Orpheus, turn away.”

Eurydice materialized before us.

“Is this woman judged to be of great good or great evil?” Hades asked.

“Neither, my lord,” Moirae responded.

“Very well, then. Orpheus, you must leave the way you entered. There is no other way you can return to the world of the living.”

“Is she here?” Orpheus asked. He started to turn.

“Do not look at her!” Hades’ voice rang with a frightening authority that froze Orpheus in place. “You two may leave, but you cannot look upon her until she is returned to the realm of the living. Her soul will reunite with her body once you reach the surface, but if you see her in this form she will not be able to return.”

She looked the same as she had when I’d seen her alive. I looked at Cassandra.

“There’s a difference to humans,” Cassandra whispered to me. “Hades isn’t trying to make it hard for them; it’s just the way it works. If anyone learns of her death before they return, it won’t work either. Acknowledgement makes the death final.”

~@~

When Orpheus’ wife was killed by a snake bite, he traveled to the Underworld and begged Persephone and Hades to return his wife to life via song. They relented, and told Orpheus so long as he didn’t look at Eurydice before he reached the living realm she could return to life.
He led her out of the Underworld, and every few steps he would call to her and she would answer assuring him she was safe, and more importantly, still behind him. Then as they were leaving the Underworld, Eurydice stumbled. Orpheus called to her to see if she was okay, and she didn’t answer. Sick with dread, he turned, and saw her regain her footing. Their eyes locked and she was forever lost to him.
Orpheus plays a pretty significant role in Persephone’s trilogy and with good reason. He is one of the very few people to return from the Underworld alive (Hercules, Aeneas, Theseus, and Odysseus were some others). Orpheus was a bard that had such a gift for song that it bordered on the Supernatural. Casting him as a rock star in my book made sense because he was so incredibly famous.

But I didn’t just use him because he was famous or because of this one myth. In mythology, he had strong ties to Demeter, Persephone, and Hades through the cult of the Eleusinian mysteries. He spread the word of their existence and collected worshipers. I needed someone to make the gods famous again. He was a logical choice. Stay tuned to Aphrodite’s series to see how much more of an impact Orpheus and the other Demigods are going to have on this world.

For Real Friday: Belonging

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I was going to interrupt this for real Friday on how demigods and their modern day equivalents appeal to the universal feeling of being out of place with some pretty major news from my publisher. But then I realized I was still somewhat on topic.

I once attended a workshop by Terry Kay, a fantastic writer of great renown. He walked the workshop through a creative writing exercise with the theme of isolation. When it came to choosing a setting, he was unsurprised when we picked a high school cafeteria. “That’s what everyone picks,” he explained. The loneliest place to be is in a crowd.

Everyone can relate to demigods or super heroes or whatever modern equivalent you want to consider because most of the time their central conflict revolves around a sense of not belonging. Of straddling the line between two worlds and not fully belonging in either. It’s not surprising that most hero stories these days double as coming of age adventures. Persephone wasn’t just struggling with trying to balance her human and divine roles, she struggled with growing up. Leaving who she was behind for who she’d be and trying to like who she is.

It’s not a fun feeling,but there’s a reason it’s a universal experience. Everyone goes through it. I know that knowing that it gets better and that everyone feels like they don’t belong at one point in another during their life only helps so much, but it’s also the only assurance everyone can offer from personal experience.

Somewhat on the topic of feeling out of place is the news I got this morning. Today my publishing house announced they will close at the end of the month and the rights to my series would revert back to me. I was worried something like this might happen, which is why I declined Musa’s offer on Venus and Adonis and have been attempting to query Venus and Adonis with other publishers, but I also know realistically, there’s not a lot of interest in book four of a series. Now, I can query the entire series as a whole and hope for the best or I can choose to self-publish.

I like being published. And while I know self-published authors are writing amazing books and doing really well with them, I liked being able to say I had a publisher, no matter how small. I know I’m not the only one dealing with mixed feelings this morning. Musa had a fairly extensive and supportive staff that worked very hard. Plus hundreds of authors with hundreds of orphaned books. But, like everything else I know eventually, it’ll get better. We’ll figure out what to do next, and who knows. Maybe sometime soon, Persephone and Venus and Adonis will pop on on a physical bookshelf somewhere.

Wish me luck.

Way Back Wednesday: Demigods

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Half-blood characters with super human characteristics have been a staple in mythology since the beginning of time. We used to call them demigods, but that’s not the only name they go by. Here’s a few other examples of my favorite semi-divine characters when I was growing up.

Super Heroes

Our modern equivalent of demigods. Think about it, they have an inmate sense of justice, their struggles impact the world at large, and they accomplish their goals with super human abilities. Even if they go by mutants or aliens or were bitten by radioactive spiders, some larger than life force set them into play. You could make the argument that superheroes are our modern pantheon. Especially with groups like the Avengers serving justice from their plane on high. There’s even classes (the actual avengers versus agents of shield), but I maintain they serve as demigods because most heroic origin stories show they are being moved about like pawns on a massive playing field by some higher power and they fight other beings or their monsters with even more divine powers. That the higher power is most often parents only goes to further serve my point.

Vampires

Vampires were kind of a huge thing when I was growing up and the demigod mythos made its way into a lot of stories. You’ve got Blade, half human, half vampire and divinely gifted with characteristics neither class had, you’ve got Buffy, a human gifted by a higher power to be stronger, faster, and overall more awesome, you’ve got the vampires themselves, which in a lot of versions of vampire stories were half human, half demon or some other larger than life force. And just about every book on vampires emphasized that they were in fact half human. It was the other that made them special, the humanness that made them relatable.

Fantastical Half-Breeds

I grew up on Dragonlance and Tanis Half-Elvin. In fantasy books there’s almost always a character that is half human, half something special. They don’t fully understand or fit in to either world, but they end up being highly influential pawns to both. Like vampires or super heroes, the human side of these characters and their struggle to fit in and find meaning resonate with us while the fantastical side of their genome fascinates us. It’s no wonder halflings are so popular in fiction.

The evolution of demigods in modern media is a really interesting one. It’s worth noting that Greek mythology didn’t often focus on the demigods struggle to fit in. That’s a modern inference that give the myths more meaning to us. I think it’s really interesting how we’ve adapted the myths to reflect that sense of isolation and alienation that almost everyone can identify with. Another fascinating thing to consider about our super-humans is what their super powers are. The traits we choose to make super human in our stories says a lot about the traits we value as a society. It used to be super strength and cunning was the standard. Now, many of our heroes are super wealthy, super intelligent (without the strength), super innovative (turning a perceived weakness into a strength), and super friendly (the role of friends and social support in our super stories is definitely a modern addition. Hercules and Achilles had friends, lovers, and families, but they didn’t play the same role in the stories that we focus on if we retell them.) What characteristics are you seeing in super beings of today and what do you think it says about our values as a society?

Mythology Monday: Demigods


“How will I know who’s a demigod?”

“By sight. As halflings, they’ll have ichor running through their veins.” I looked at him blankly and he sighed. “The golden blood of the gods?”

“I have gold blood?” I asked incredulously. At this point, why not, I thought ruefully. Hell, I can probably fly.

“Not in color,” Hades clarified. “In essence. Though it does affect their appearance.”

“How?”

“They look gold.” At my disbelieving look he sighed again. I thought about offering him an inhaler, but he continued. “Gold hair, skin, eyes—they practically glow. Surely you’ve met a demigod, either here or on the surface. It’s a useful marker we decided on long ago. Accidentally killing or cursing another god’s child is rife with political complications.”

~@~

Demigods were the semi-divine offspring of a god and a human. They often showed semi-divine characteristics such as increased strength, resilience, inhuman beauty, and access to super special weapons. Today, we call them super heroes. Notable demigods in the Greek and Roman pantheon include Hercules, Achilles, Helen of Troy, Pirithous, Theseus, and dozens of others.

In my books, demigods are marked by golden features (hair, skin, eyes) so that gods don’t set off a war by accidentally killing the offspring of another god. Hades mentions it’s hard to miss by saying they practically glow. Recently a reader expressed concern that by turning all the demigods gold, I was whitewashing Greek mythology. Just to clarify, the coloration of model above, while gorgeous, is not the set template for all demigods. Even in our reality there are as many shades of skin that could be described as golden as there are tan. A variety of hair colors can have golden tones if you think in terms of the color gold, not pale blonde. Brown eyes are often described as golden and they occur within every ethnicity. Now, I did indicate an unnatural brightness to the color, but I never intended for it to be considered a singular shade.

Persephone meets four demigods in the course of her trilogy. Orpheus, Helen of Troy, Pirithous, and Adonis. They’ll each have a mythology Monday in the coming weeks. While Persephone does note that Orpheus and Pirithous had almost identical coloring, I made a point to have Persephone make a big deal over Helen’s hair color to indicate the demigods are not identical in coloration. She describes Helen’s hair as “a beautiful shade of red and blonde that combined to make a golden color I’d never seen before,” despite having met Pirithous and Orpheus prior to the demigoddess.

Persephone is not the most observant of characters, so have other people in her world noted the unusual coloration of the demigods? Yes. But you also have to remember that in this world, demigods have existed from the beginning of time across all regions because the gods were pretty prolific. So to them, the combination of bright golden features is like green eyes. Rare, but not unnatural.

The life and coloring of the demigods will be gone into significantly more in Aphrodite’s trilogy when Demigods begin to go missing. And hopefully I’ll have more news on that front within the next few weeks.

For Real Friday: Age Differences

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I get a lot of praise in reviews and editorials for how I handled the age difference between Hades and Persephone. There’s a reason. I lived it. My husband is five years older than me. We started dating when I was sixteen.

Yeah.

My husband and I work on a lot of levels, even more so now, but even back then we just clicked in ways that are hard to explain. At sixteen, I would have said it was because I was so mature when we met. I had a job that I balanced with my regular high school classes as well as the college courses I took at CSU. My mom went out of town for days at a time so I was completely responsible for getting myself ready, fed, and taken care of. I was responsible. I literally never drank, did drugs, smoked, partied. People called me mature and I believed them.

Then I turned twenty five and looked back. I did balance all of those things but I was also an entitled, bossy, brat who was way too stubborn, had an incredibly narrow perspective in life, believed everything was black and white, and expected way too much out of the people closest to me. I literally cringe when I think of myself back then. I don’t like the person I was much but I can’t regret her because that stubbornness, that inflated self worth and entitlement is actually probably why I didn’t collapse under the self doubt that dating someone older creates.

My husband and I worked. We balanced each other out. I was driven where he was aimless, he had perspective where I didn’t. My every fault seemed to be his strength and vice versa. But our relationship was by no means a walk in the park. The age difference came up. A lot. And not just by well meaning family or friends. But in literally every argument we had. I don’t remember how often I had to point out that no, fill in the blank (issue changed frequently) wasn’t stupid, or silly, or unimportant to me. Maybe I’d be past it one day but I wasn’t there yet and belittling it wouldn’t make that day happen faster it would just make me doubt myself. He was awesome about realizing that, by the way. It still came up a lot but he was at least aware of what he was doing and constantly self-correcting. And there were tons of issues where he had to point out, yeah, this is actually important, it just doesn’t feel like it to you yet. But we were lucky because we took the time to have those fights and come to those conclusions. But it was really hard to suss out which issues we were fighting about because of age and which issues we were fighting about because we actually did have completely opposing values and opinions on them. It took years. But that constantly having to defend yourself and analyze whether or not you’re upset about something because you’re being “immature” can crush you and it did crush many of my friends who dated older guys. Their every thought and feeling was constantly being invalidated by their more experienced counterpart. Their boyfriends weren’t being evil jerks, they weren’t trying to crush my friends’ confidence. They probably still don’t realize they did it. Go have a conversation with someone in a completely different life stage than you. Watch how long it takes for you to do the same thing or feel the same way. I’ll wait.

Back to those well meaning family and friends. That’s a whole other layer of pressure that you don’t want to add to a relationship. I’m not even going to pretend to speculate on the impact constantly having to defend himself against really horrible accusations had on my husband. I couldn’t vent about fights with my boyfriend for fear of getting an “I told you so.” I couldn’t ask advice. I couldn’t talk much about it at all. So guess who I could talk to? My older boyfriend. That put an entirely different level of strain on our relationship and it was isolating. Friends are a huge part of having a successful relationship and being a happy person. I’m part of a mom’s group now and I have a great circle of friends that I can talk to, vent with, and connect with on a level that you just can’t with your boyfriend or husband. It’s important. And I can measure how important having people to talk to other than him was to me as a teenager because after about a year about half of my friends who’d been so worried about me started dating older guys. So I had people to talk to about my boyfriend again.

But most of them weren’t so lucky. I’d only identify one of my friends boyfriends as a predator. The rest were just people. They weren’t sitting there, rubbing their hands and going “mwah-hah, I’m going to corrupt that one.” They didn’t seek out a relationship with a teenager. It just happened.

One of them ended up in an abusive situation, others slowly had their confidence eroded, a few ended up on the opposite side of the spectrum. Their boyfriends might not have made them feel small for being younger, but they spent their entire time in high school stressed to the breaking point about finances and jobs and professional relationships and in some cases kids. And I know there are a lot of high schoolers who have to worry about stuff like that and even more complex, adult issues in high school. But not because of a relationship.

Dating an older guy when you’re a teenager is complicated. People like to reduce it to extremes. Guys interested in teenagers are predators, plain and simple. There’s a reason they’re interested in someone so much less mature. Evil guy, girl victim. And I’m not saying that doesn’t happen. And it is absolutely something girls should be wary of and watch for warning signs. My point is even when it doesn’t. Even when the older guy is a genuinely nice human being who genuinely cares about you, even if every bit of your relationship is one hundred percent real, even if you are the mature and smart and strong and amazing person everyone keeps telling you that you are (by the way, all of my friends were all of those things), age differences make a relationship complicated. And I hope, I really, really hope, that I captured that in Persephone.

Way Back Wednesday: Hades

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Hades gets a bad wrap in most retellings, and it’s easy to see why. Death and all that’s associated with it, make people uncomfortable. And to be fair, on a modern level, the myth most people know involving Hades features him kidnapping a maiden and bringing winter on the world.

But in Greek Mythology, Hades was actually a pretty nice guy when compared to most of his Olympian brethren so long as you didn’t try to mess with his realm or his wife (the Pirithous thing was an actual myth).

The portrayals of Hades that most likely influenced my writing were his counterparts in the Persephone retellings I wrote about before. But those are never explicitly Hades, so I’m sure these guys had a major influence on my version of Hades’ dark side.

Every Hades figure in every retelling I mentioned in this blog. It would be cheating to give you a list of all the exact same books and movies, but these were seriously the biggest influences on my perception of Hades growing up.

Disney’s Hercules

Smart, sassy, and undeniably evil, this version of Hades is like a more charismatic version of Scar from The Lion King. He was everywhere in my childhood. Hercules the movie, Hercules the TV show and just when I’d lost interest in those, he showed up as a recurring character in Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2. By far the most entertaining version of Hades, he’s still leagues away from the myth.

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I was raised in the bible belt. When learning about Greek mythology, Hades was often compared to hell and its ruler to the devil himself. The two are linked in my mind and obviously the minds of many others, otherwise Hades wouldn’t feature so frequently as the primary antagonist in so many modern retellings.

It’s actually kind of interesting that Greek mythology’s Hades merged with the Christian devil because you see that happen so much in religious stories. Even in Greek mythology the gods are combinations of the Greek versions and the belief systems that predated them. Demeter is a great example of this, as is Pluto (the Roman “version” of Hades).

In that vein, Lucifer of Paradise Lost and of Dante’s Inferno. I majored in English, I had to do a lot with these two particular works. You can see my review of Paradise Lost here. I never got around to writing one for The Divine Comedy. Milton’s version of Lucifer was almost a sympathetic, highly intelligent, and somewhat sassy (for Milton) character. It’s easy to see where that influenced Disney, and to some degree me. Inferno used Hades for the underworld, borrowing very heavily from Greek mythology. The connection was very apparent and absolutely in my mind when I sat down and wrote Persephone.

The Justice League

Hades makes a few appearances in The Justice League. He’s pretty similar to Disney’s version with a bit of the devil from Dr. Faustus thrown in. He rules the Underworld as a punishment, is screaming and manipulative, loves to make tricky deals. Ect. Ect.

It’s no wonder when Clash of the Titans was rebooting they made Hades the antagonist. It’s no wonder when retelling myths so many portray Hades as the bad guy. And by the way, there is no wrong way to interpret Greek mythology from a modern lens. We vilify things that the ancient Greeks never would have and we praise things that the ancient Greeks never would have. We have a different perspective and a different cultural context. We don’t live in a vacuum, everything we see and hear influences both our telling and our reading of a story. So evil Hades isn’t actually inaccurate. He demonstrates a worldview we have when looking at the myths as do the retellings that feature him as a good guy. They’re all part of a puzzle that can be used to suss out the values and beliefs of the person telling the myth.

Mythology Monday: Hades

20121214-075247.jpgHades knelt and pried the car keys from my grip. “So when she wakes up hysterical, grabs her keys, runs out of the house, your plan was to let her get behind the wheel of a car?”

The Reaper narrowed his eyes. “What did you expect me to do, restrain her? In case you’ve forgotten—” He waved his hand in my direction. I flinched. “I can’t touch her.”

Hades’ hand shot out, snapping the Reaper’s wrist. “Do not lie to me.” He tightened his grip. “What really happened?”

The Reaper gasped, face paling. “I told you, she woke up and went nuts—”

Hades twisted the Reaper’s arm, using it to steer him into the wall. “Then why are there bruises around her neck?”

The Reaper’s eyes went wide. “I…I don’t know. Someone must have…” He trailed off, noticing Hades had gone very still, gaze riveted to the Reaper’s arm.

A single strand of my hair clung to the Reaper’s sleeve, shining like a golden beacon against the dark material. Hades yanked the Reaper’s sleeve back, exposing the scratches decorating the

Reaper’s wrist.

“What did you do?”

“I can explain.”

“Did you touch my wife?” Hades’ voice was low and dangerous.

“Yes, but—”

Hades’ fist slammed into the Reaper’s face. A shield dropped. I blinked, staring at the place where Hades and the Reaper had been. My vision was swimming. I felt lightheaded, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed me, and my eyes rolled shut.

“No you don’t.” Hades was beside me in a flash. I bolted upright, looking behind Hades for the Reaper. He was at the table; a shield had formed around him, gluing him in place. His face was puffy, like Hades had used it for a punching bag.

“It’s okay.” Hades’ voice was soothing. “It’s going to be okay.” He gently kissed my forehead, searching for echoes of pain and panic. His fingers traced a sensitive spot on my neck. I flinched, feeling the network of bruises laced around my throat from the Reaper’s grip. He pushed my sleeves to the side following the red impressions left by the Reaper’s fingers. His jaw clenched when he found the handprints on my side.

Healing warmth spread through his palms, erasing the pain wherever they touched. His fingers brushed the bruises on my leg. His gaze went dark. I could feel the rage coursing through him. He was like a powder keg, ready to explode. When his fingers traced my bruised lips, he took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his temper. He clasped a hand to my cheek, probing further. For a second I could feel my soul as solid and certain as any other part of me.

“Gods,” Hades swore as he assessed the condition of my torn and battered soul. I felt a flash of power, and it fell back into place, whole and unharmed.

Behind him, the Reaper gasped for breath. He looked different. The light wasn’t bending around him the same way it usually did. “What’s happening to me?”

Hades stiffened and pulled away. He studied me for a moment, and I knew he wanted to make sure I was okay before he dealt with the Reaper. I nodded and Hades stood and pivoted toward the Reaper.

“I’ve brought you back to life.” Hades’ voice was cold.

“What?”

“Don’t get too excited. The condition is temporary.” Hades gave the Reaper a dark grin. “You seem like the type of guy that likes to experiment. You got real creative tearing my wife’s soul to bits. Surely at some point you must have wondered what it felt like.”

“N…no.” The Reaper looked like he wanted to say more, but couldn’t. Thanatos must have found some way to bind him. He looked to me, eyes wide in desperation.

Sucks, doesn’t it? I sat up on the couch, flashing the Reaper a savage grin.

He read my thoughts on my face and gulped. “You don’t understand. It wasn’t just—I didn’t—

There’s more—” His voice gave to an anguished cry when Hades reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Please! Stop!” he screamed, writhing in agony.

“How many times did she say that?” Hades demanded. “How many times did you make her beg?”

His hand turned white, and it plunged through the Reaper’s neck.

The Reaper let out a guttural cry.

“How long could a normal human soul survive this? Did you ever wonder that?” Hades shook the Reaper; he moved limply, like a rag doll. “Let’s find out.”

There was a bright flash of light, and the Reaper was gone.

~@~

Hades was the oldest child of Cronus and Rhea. After Zeus was born and the ten year battle against the Titans was won, Hades and his brothers drew straws to determine who would win which realm. Hades got the Underworld.

In my version of the story the gods just picked what appealed to them. Zeus wanted to rule everything, so he and Hera got the skies, short on people and sentient beings, but it was really more of a symbolic realm since the god of the skies was the god of the gods. Poseidon liked the sea so he picked it, Hades chose the Underworld because he liked people and wanted to help them in some way. Demeter chose earth, and Hestia didn’t really choose anything other than the hearth and home, which isn’t really a realm.

With the exception of the Persephone myth (and the Minthe myth), Hades is never really portrayed as evil. Just passive and wealthy. He was big on balance and order. The dead stayed dead, the living died eventually. Anyone trying to cheat that system was punished, except demigod heroes, who inexplicably go to the Underworld often in mythology. It’s actually part of the hero cycle. I’ve explained that away by saying demigods can travel between realms.

Hades, like the other gods, liked to accessorize. He’s wealthy. He had his handy cloak of invisibility, his dark creepy chariot, and his trusty dog, Cerberus (who is missing in my world). There are some schools of thought that say that Zeus and Hades are the same god, Hades is just the chthonic version of Zeus. Others say that Hades and Dionysius are the same god because Demeter refused to drink wine while her daughter was missing. There’s a lot of evidence behind that last one that says Hades was kind of a cover name for initiates of the Eleusinian Mysteries. I don’t know how I feel about that, but Dionysius doesn’t make an appearance in any of my books so far, so I’m keeping my options open.

For Real Friday: Demeter the Helicopter Parent

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As I mentioned on Monday, Demeter is often labeled as an overprotective helicopter parent that sheltered her daughter to an extreme degree when the myth is told, despite the very clear and logical reasons she had for worrying about her daughter’s safety.

Some of this attitude is reflected in the echoes of the myth that have permeated modern culture. Mother’s searching for their kidnapped children are labeled as crazy or hysterical despite the obvious insanity of the situation. That attitude of children making their parents (mother especially) irrational and “crazy” overprotective isn’t just limited to extreme cases like kidnapping. Mother’s run into commentary on whether they’re being over protective every single day.

You’ve all seen the “when I was young memes.” When I was young, streetlights were my curfew, I rode without a car seat and didn’t die and stuff. Most of the memes and blogs and commentaries on parenting today leave it at that, life was simpler when I was young. Fair enough. But many take it a step further and use the commentary to talk about how dependent we’re making our kids, how being over protective is so harmful and irrational, how entitled this generation is becoming. Ignoring the fact that every generation has said that ever, let’s break down that “argument” here. When you were a child you lived in this perfect idyllic utopia. Okay…so when your generation grew up the world became a horrifying and terrifying place where we can’t leave our kids alone. I mean, you see that as an accomplishment? Oh, wait, no, this is the part of the debate where you throw the fact that the world is safer now than it ever was at me, kidnappings are rare, all the scary statistics are down, it’s just the media sensationalizes everything to make you paranoid. Which…generation controls that media, again? I mean, regardless of the why behind the fear, you don’t get to build that fear then rub our faces in the fact that you didn’t live it.

I mean, let’s forget the fact that for the earliest years of our children’s lives, when we aren’t seeing terrible stories of children kidnapped or sold into the sex trade, we’re being arrested for stepping more than five feet away from the car, sued for neglect for letting kids play outside unattended, and criticized for taking time to look at our phones while our kids are happily playing. Let’s ignore the fact that if anything ever did happen to a child, literally the first comment on any news article is always something about what the mom should have done differently (rarely does anyone mention Dad). Yet when a mother’s action reflect the reality of the world they live in, they’re scrutinized for being over protective and crazy. The earliest lesson a mother learns in today’s society is that there is no winning.

Becoming a mother is a wonderful thing but it’s also taking the weight of the world on your shoulders. The entire world. Because that entire world is sitting back and watching your every single move with your child and judging every decision you could possibly make harshly and loudly. Even goddesses aren’t exempt.

What are some ways you’ve seen mom’s called over protective in light of a completely rational fear?