Thursday Review: The Origin of the Sphinx

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In Ancient Greece, the invocation “May the Gods watch over you” was more than a spoken blessing. It was an entreaty for divine benevolence.

When Damon sees a beautiful woman alone, far from civilization, he can’t help but be drawn to her. But his life–as it should have been– is altered and twisted by the immortal touch of deity.

Damon’s daughter, Phoibe, is raised to be wary and distrustful of the gods.

And so she must choose–

If Phoibe marries a mortal, she risks eternal solitude for a moment of love.

If she follows her heart, she risks spurning a god.

The gods are powerful, and their knowledge is vast.

But the gods…

The gods are far from perfect.

Origin of the Sphinx is a novella detailing the story leading up to the creation of the mythological creature, the Sphinx. It is the beginning of the Sphinx series.

My Review:

As the framing of the novel made clear, The Origin of the Sphinx is a prequel to Raye Wagner’s upcoming novel Curse of the Sphinx. If you’ve got a free hour or three, I’d recommend devoting it to reading this novella to get a better look at this little known myth. A lot of people don’t know that the Sphinx wasn’t just an Egyptian thing. They were Greek monsters as well.

The difference between the Egyptian and Greek Sphinx was gender. The Greek Sphinx was female. The origin of the Sphinx varied widely depending on the myth. In most tales the are yet more children of Echidna and Typhus, but their parentage varies with the myth, which is why I really love the direction Wagner took this story because Apollo’s temples were often decorated with Sphinx statues, so there’s room for a connection there and her’s captures the spirit of the Greek gods perfectly.

The Greek gods were petty, and jealous, and a lot like Tinkerbelle. Whatever emotion they were experiencing in any given myth took them over completely. But they were also complex, and wise, and charismatic. Wagner manages to capture that essence along with the mixed feelings of respect, awe, and fear the mortals living among them would have likely experienced.

In terms of tone, this story reminded me of Rita Webb’s Daughter of the Goddess. Reading it is like being told a fairytale. I’m really looking forward to where this series is going to go.

Thursday Review: White Noise by Don Delillo

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The Blurb: A brilliant satire of mass culture and the numbing effects of technology, White Noise tells the story of Jack Gladney, a teacher of Hitler studies at a liberal arts college in Middle America. Jack and his fourth wife, Babette, bound by their love, fear of death, and four ultramodern offspring, navigate the rocky passages of family life to the background babble of brand-name consumerism. Then a lethal black chemical cloud, unleashed by an industrial accident, floats over there lives, an “airborne toxic event” that is a more urgent and visible version of the white noise engulfing the Gladneys—the radio transmissions, sirens, microwaves, and TV murmurings that constitute the music of American magic and dread.

It’s really rare that I don’t finish a book. Plus a friend recommended this to me, so I tried SO hard to finish this, but I’d…no offense Karen, rather shove dull splinters beneath my nails then spend another ten minutes reading this book. 😦 Sorry.

The premise is interesting, and the book is filled with zingy one-liners that, to quote another friend from book club “made it seem like the author had a journal of witty sayings and was determined to insert every one into this book to say ‘look how clever I am.” I liked the zingy one-liners, and I have to admit to enjoying the most photographed barn in America that got its fame by being the most photographed barn in America. But I’m just too burnt out for this novel right now.

And let’s be clear, I have a Master’s degree in English and write for a living. I absolutely recognize the literary merits of the novel. I get it enough to realize the bulk of its cleverness went right over my poor, overtaxed excuse of a brain. But other than giving me PTSD-like flashes to my summer studying for the GRE: Literature in English test, it didn’t do much for me. Maybe I’m just too fresh out of school to read anything for pure literary merits. Right now I am happily devouring every young adult novel my local library has to offer for the pure joy of getting to read something that doesn’t insist upon itself. I may try again when I’m in a better frame of mind for this. But I don’t expect that to be soon.

Thursday Review: The Matched Trilogy

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Two happy side notes:

1) This is the anniversary of my husband’s and my first date. 🙂
2) My three year old now thinks it’s possible to get into a bubble.

The Blurb:

Cassia has always trusted the Society to make the right choices for her: what to read, what to watch, what to believe. So when Xander’s face appears on-screen at her Matching ceremony, Cassia knows with complete certainty that he is her ideal mate… until she sees Ky Markham’s face flash for an instant before the screen fades to black.

The Society tells her it’s a glitch, a rare malfunction, and that she should focus on the happy life she’s destined to lead with Xander. But Cassia can’t stop thinking about Ky, and as they slowly fall in love, Cassia begins to doubt the Society’s infallibility and is faced with an impossible choice: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she’s known and a path that no one else has dared to follow.

The review:

I liked the concept of this trilogy, but I couldn’t get behind the main character. Actually, I couldn’t get behind any of the characters. They just all read flat to me. I didn’t understand their motivations (particularly Xander’s, seriously). I also don’t think this series offered much new in the dystopian landscape. Their society could have been taken right out of the pages of The Giver, except there was also a love-triangle element. Scratch that, in The Giver, the society made sense. The society came across Utopian and as you read, you were given the nagging sense everything wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. This society hit you over the head with its wrongness so forcefully that I seriously couldn’t understand why the people within it were putting up with it. The leadership led in an illogical, hyper-emotion based way. Literally every character introduced by name in the book was being manipulated by the government on some deeply personal way. Who has time to micro-manage people like that? And when the government is so invasive that entire streets of people have to be relocated every few years people notice, no matter what pills they take. So pretty much everything added to this society that wasn’t from The Giver made no sense whatsoever.

The characters were bland, and every time a character got not bland it was a death sentence. I liked the second and third book better, they were grittier and absolutely filled with the non-bland redshirts, but as the series went on, the protagonist made less and less sense, the triangle really made no sense after book one, Xander went from being an okay character that was slightly clueless to pathetic, and Ky… I just didn’t feel him or Cassia enough to enjoy the books.

Two stars because the covers are awesome.

Blog Hop

I was invited by my friend, Sharon Ledwith, to participate in a “blog hop interview.” Sharon sent me some interview questions, which I answer here on my blog. Following my answers, I tag 3 other writers who will, in turn, answer questions on their blogs next week. It’s been fun checking out the Blog Hops to see what other children’s authors have posted!

Sharon posted her answers to the questions at her blog, I came, I saw, I wrote on August 12th. If you like, you can leave a comment on her blog and tell her that you connected to her through my link.

1) What are you working on right now?

I’m working on the fourth book of my Daughters of Zeus series, Venus and Adonis. It’s a modern day retelling of several Greek myths set on a cruise ship.

2) How does it differ from other works in its genre?

Unlike many retellings, my versions feature the gods, not demigods and not reincarnations. My story about Persephone is actually about Persephone, and Venus and Adonis actually has Aphrodite and Adonis as the main characters.

3) Why do you write what you do?

I’m just drawn to mythology. Something about those stories have stuck with us for…ever, and inspired generations of writers to add their own spin. I think in rewriting the myths, by putting my own spin on them, I understand them better.

4) How does your writing process work?

I outline, then I write drafts and drafts and drafts that progressively make the outline look more and more like a different story altogether. They get easier as they go. The first is always the hardest.

Girls Succeed Blog Swap

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Today I’m swapping blogs with author J.Q Rose. Be sure to check out my blog on how I was inspired to write here.

Kaitlin, Thank you so much for swapping blogs with me today. I appreciate the opportunity to shout about my book written especially for 9 to 13 year old girls, Girls Succeed. I have two daughters and now a granddaughter so I have a special place in my heart for girls and for encouraging them to achieve their dreams.

My Inspiration for Writing
Girls Succeed: Stories Behind the Careers of Successful Women by J.Q. Rose

I was inspired to write a book for girls after working four summers at Camp Newaygo, a girls’ residence camp in Michigan. I met the most amazing young women who were counselors and energetic campers who kept life interesting! I marveled at the potential for the futures of these smart, enthusiastic girls. Faced with so many possibilities for careers, I wondered what choices they would make.

Unlike my era of high school graduates when girls were limited to career choices of teacher, nurse, and secretary, today’s girls face so many more possibilities of vocations in science, business, athletics, and more. How could they decide? This e-book gives them information on careers, but the stories also inspire and empower them to pursue their dreams and make them come true.

Each chapter begins with an inspirational quote which I hope will touch the reader’s heart and use it as a reminder to keep her focused on her dream. As I wrote the book, I kept Eleanor Roosevelt’s quote in mind, “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
It was a privilege to interview the fifteen remarkable women. I felt very special to have them trust me to tell their stories. Now I look forward to getting the ebook out to readers and hope to inspire them to follow their dreams.

Back Cover: An interactive e-book filled with dreams and passion to inspire, entertain, and empower girls. Fifteen remarkable career women in a variety of occupations share their stories about their work and the path they took to become successful in their dream careers. These diverse careers encompass women in the arts, business, science, medicine, ministry, entertainment, and sports. Learn about contemporary women who have discovered cures to stamp out disease, made people laugh, earned Olympic and Paralympic gold medals, and crossed the country in the cab of an eighteen wheeler.

The e-book is available now at the Back to School Special Price of $1.99. A Study Guide to accompany the book is available online for 99 cents. However, if you email me at jqrose02 at gmail dot.com, I will send a PDF copy to you FREE.

You can download a sample which includes the Table of Contents and/or buy the e-book from the following booksellers:

Smashwords Link http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/241825
Amazon Link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009NY6ZAS
Kobo Link http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=girls+succeed%3A+stories+behind+the+careers+of+successful+women
Barnes and Noble Link http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/girls-succeed-jq-rose/1114041658?ean=2940045118033
Sony Link https://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/j-q-rose/girls-succeed-stories-behind-the-careers-of-successful-women/_/R-400000000000000883970

Meet these remarkable women: You Tube Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPnpbAOlbmI

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BIO: After writing feature articles in magazines, newspapers, and online magazines for over fifteen years, J.Q. Rose entered the world of fiction writing with her published mysteries, Sunshine Boulevard and Coda to Murder, released by Muse It Up Publishing. With Girls Succeed: Stories Behind the Careers of Successful Women she returns to her first love, writing about real people. Blogging, photography, Pegs and Jokers board games, and travel are the things that keep her out of trouble. Spending winters in Florida with her husband allows Janet the opportunity to enjoy the life of a snowbird. Summer finds her camping and hunting toads, frogs, and salamanders with her four grandsons and granddaughter.

Connect with J.Q. Rose online at
Girls Succeed blog http://girlssucceed.blogspot.com/
J.Q. Rose blog http://www.jqrose.com/
Author website http://jqrose.webs.com/
Facebook http://facebook.com/jqroseauthor
J. Q. Rose Amazon Author Page http://tinyurl.com/aeuv4m4

Summer of Spice and Everything Nice Blog Hop:

Summer of Spice

When asked to post a spicy scene for this blog hop, I’ll admit, I was at a bit of a loss. Persephone and Hades had a few scenes that might qualify, but they were super short and so heavy with context that new readers would be lost and fans of the series would already have read it. Then I remembered that I’m writing a book about Aphrodite.

So below is an excerpt from my work in progress Venus and Adonis. V&A is the fourth book of the Daughters of Zeus series and picks up shortly after Persephone’s trilogy leaves off. For more information about the series as a whole click here.

Hope it’s spicy enough.

~@~

I slipped out to the balcony. The steady bass beat of Adonis’ music complimented the rumbling thunder. Rain splashed against my upturned face, and I grinned, spreading my arms as the rain picked up speed. Thunder rumbled and I yelled right back at it, spinning around, laughing.

“What are you doing?” Adonis stood just inside the balcony doors.

“I’m celebrating.” I spun around again, raindrops flinging off my skirt. “You’d know all about this if you’d come on that road trip.”

The thunder rumbled again and I yelled back at it, grinning.

“Celebrating what? And how? By pissing off the people in the next room?”

“Our room is shielded,” I reminded him. “No one can hear us. And what am I celebrating? Are you kidding?” Lightning flickered over the sea. “That!”

“That?”

“This is Zeus’ symbol. His…it’s his identity. Every time it stormed, every lightning strike, he took power in it, and now he’s not here anymore but we are.” The thunder cracked in the sky and I spun around, yelling again. “We were a part of that! We defeated him. Me, and Ares, and Hephaestus, we promised we wouldn’t forget our part in that. Zeus might still be alive now if it wasn’t for us.” I spun around again. “Every time it storms, we celebrate.”

“By getting soaked and screaming at the sky?”

“By dancing in the rain and shouting to the heavens,” I amended. “We’re gods. You’re surprised we like ritual?”

Adonis shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”

“Wait!” I called as he retreated into the room. “Care to join me?” Beads of rain dripped off my skin to the deck of the balcony. My hair was plastered to my face, and I’m sure my clothes looked awful, but when it rained I didn’t care. “It’s your celebration too.”

“Mine?” Adonis laughed. “All I did was knock you out. Not my proudest moment.”

I blinked. “Adonis, if you hadn’t have knocked me out, I would have forced Ares and Hephaestus to swear fealty to Zeus. He would have drained every last drop of power from us, and Persephone might not have had enough power to win. You saved us.”

Adonis looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think–”

I reached out and grabbed his hand. “I’m alive because of you. I’ll never stop owing you for that. This is your victory too. Come celebrate.”

Adonis gave me a tight lipped grin, then stepped back, retreating into the room. I shrugged, and turned back to the storm. I tilted my head up and let the rain fall on my face. I was free. Zeus could never be able to make me do anything again. “You can’t hurt me.”

“Do you hear that?” Opening my eyes, I blinked the rain out of them. “Do you hear that?” I demanded, louder. The thunder rumbled, and I grinned just to piss him off that much more. “I’m free!” Lightning flashed and I whooped, spinning around, flinging rain water off me.

“If we’re going to do this,” Adonis said crossing the balcony threshold carrying his phone, and a few glass bottles. “We’re going to do this right. No one can hear us?”

I grinned, and shook my head.

He turned up his phone and put it on the ground just inside the suite, I assumed to protect it from the rain. Music filled the balcony, and Adonis passed me one of the bottles of tequila. “To winning.”

I raised the bottle to my lips.”To winning.”

The thunder rumbled and we both yelled at it, then took a shot. I spun around, grabbing Adonis’ hand and taking him with me as we went around and around and around. I let myself get lost in the music and drinks, and the rain. We danced and yelled till our throats were hoarse.

“Okay, okay, your turn,” Adonis announced an hour and countless shots later.

I swiped a puddle off the water tight surface before perching on the edge of my seat. “I never…lied.”

Adonis took another drink. “I never…” He trailed off, face screwed up in concentration far more intense than the task required. “got arrested.” He frowned again. “I think.”

I laughed, reaching for his bottle of tequila. “I think you’ve had enough.”

“Uh-uh, it’s your turn.” Adonis stood, holding the bottle over his head, just out of my reach, unsteady on his feet.

“I’m at a distinct disadvantage in this game, you know.”

“It’s your turn,” he insisted.

“Fine. I’ve never heard this song before.”

Adonis took a drink. “It’s a great song. I never…charmed my way out of a speeding ticket.”

I scowled at him, and took a drink. “I never…hit a girl.”

Adonis swore and took another drink. “I never apologized for that.”

I laughed. “I’ll never ask you to.”

“I never…shoplifted.”

I took another drink. “I never…kissed a demigod.”

Adonis grinned. “I can fix that.” His grin flickered as if he was just remembering his ex, the demigoddess Elise. “Damn you,” he laughed, lowering the bottle to take a drink.

I grabbed the bottle before he could lift it out of my reach. Thunder rumbled, shaking the balcony. Adonis and I hollered back at the thunder as the boat skipped over the choppy water, bouncing up and down.

“Give it back,” Adonis reached for the bottle, but I danced backward, out of his reach, laughing.

“Make me.”

Adonis lunged at me and slipped on a patch of water, falling forward and crushing me against the bars of the balcony. I laughed as he steadied himself. Looking up at him, I watched the rain drip off the contours of his face.

“I never thanked you for saving me,” I realized.

Adonis looked down at me, golden eyes darkening with an emotion I didn’t recognize. “I’ll never ask you to.”

He moved away from me, but not far. We hovered there for a moment, his hands gripping the railing on either side of me, a fraction of an inch from touching me. His body, teasingly close to mine. “Gods, you’re gorgeous.”

I stepped forward, erasing the distance between us and tilting my face up to his. His breath caught and I smiled, pleased to have that effect on someone as unflappable as Adonis. Twining my arms around his neck, I touched my lips to his. My intention had been to tease. A soft, quick and simple kiss before ducking away with a breathy one liner. Always leave them wanting more and what not.

I wasn’t prepared for his reaction. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him, warm lips pressing against mine, chasing away all the cold rain that tried to drip between us. No chance I was going to let myself be outdone by a demigod. My hands grabbed at the back of his shirt, pulling him to me with every ounce of fervor he was using to pull me to him. Gathering the material in my hands, I pulled his shirt up. The soft fabric give way to firm flesh.

He let me go, hands jerking to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them before they broke or strangled him. The shirt dropped to the ground. Adonis lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, dress riding up my thighs, hands exploring the paths the raindrops took down his golden flesh. There was no give to Adonis, he was all muscle.

His muscles flexed, one hand wrapped around me tight, solid and sure, I knew he wasn’t going to let me fall. The other sliding down my skin, pushing my dress off my shoulders.

He tasted like salt and rain. His mouth moved away from mine and I cried out in objection but then I felt his breath against my throat, kisses, feather light, working their way down my throat, to the hollow in my neck, burning away the cold.

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Thursday Review: Insurgent

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One choice can transform you, or destroy you. Every choice has consequences, and as unrest surges in the factions all around her, Tris Prior must continue trying to save those she loves, and herself, while grappling with haunting questions of grief and forgiveness, identity and loyalty, politics and love.

My review: Okay, I’m fully expecting hate mail for this review. I liked this book enough to devour it in one sitting, and I am eagerly awaiting the third installment, but I felt like this book was a bit too much like Mockingjay. There were SO many new characters and places, and so many plots (not plot like THE plot, but like plotting evil plans type plots) that I could barely keep up, worse though, I didn’t particularly want to.

Tris was depressed and upset for most of the book, and consequently took bigger and bigger risks. It was realistic in terms of her being human, but depressed characters are hard to care about. I had the same problem with Sazed in the third Mistborn, and I think that book was amazing, so that’s no reflection on the writer. She wrote a very real, multi-dimensional character. Tris couldn’t have reacted any other way and still been Tris. But she was still really annoying to read. Four too. All the characters were pretty much in a constant state of shock and depression throughout the whole book, which again, while realistic, made it very difficult to connect and get all the new people, plots, and places.

Still, I’m excited about the next book. Can’t wait to read it.

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.