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288 pages, Paperback
First published February 4, 2014
The girl whose beauty was once fabled became a horrifying monster.Percy Jackson's dad is not only guilty of being an absentee father, he is a rapist. The Gorgon Medusa knows it well; she is one of his victims.
Her legs twisted together into a reptilian beast. Her hair, so envied by women and the subject of many an ode by men, transformed into a nest of vipers.
I am the Gorgon Medusa. And my eyes can turn anything living to stone.
They are gentle creatures, individually named by me but normally referred to as a whole, since they intertwine together more often than not. More importantly, they abhor death just as avidly as I do.Medusa is monstrous in appearance, but she is not a monster. Medusa is all too human at heart, she is kind, compassionate, she is gentle, loving. She hates being a monster.
And it sucks. It genuinely, truly, absolutely, unequivocally sucks. I hate stealing lives.Medusa is still broken and haunted by her rape, 2000 years afterwards.
Thus, not only am I a monster, I’m a really lousy one. A lonely, classic Five Stages of Grief following, insecure, shut-in of a pathetic beast who talks to the snakes on her head and the statues on her island.
I loathed and feared him at first, convinced he would abuse me like his relatives had, but he is a persistent thing. It took years—literally, hundreds of years—but he chipped away at my shell with acts of kindness small and large.Hermes has a knight-in-shining armor thing going on.
He is always trying to right wrongs, save people, and make the world a better place, which is one of the things I love best about him.And his latest mission, in fact, a mission he has been trying to accomplish ever since Medusa has been cursed---is to free her from her monstrous existence; Hermes intends to right a wrong that has been allowed to fester for too long.
“The simple fact is, my uncle raped you, and somehow my bat-shit insane sister blamed and cursed you for it happening in one of her temples. In no way did you deserve what happened to you.” He shakes his head slowly as he closes in on me. “You’ve born it better than any other person I could ever imagine. It’s time for it to end, though. I sorely regret not doing anything earlier.”Medusa is scared, terrified at the prospect. She has suffered this punishment too long, she is too resigned to her miserable existence. Medusa does not dare to hope that she might regain a normal life. But maybe...after all these millenias, it is time to allow herself a spark of optimism.
Before—I had no say in my punishment. I’ve born it quietly....and off they go to Olympus.
Maybe it’s time I finally take a chance.
Athena is sitting next to Poseidon. Her hair is in a tight bun, her expression sour as she peers down at me. There is disdain there, and something else—something I can’t quite pinpoint. But whatever it is, I am more than aware of her revulsion, and it saddens me. I worshipped her. Served her. “How many times do I need to say it? The little whore got what she deserved.”Luckily, Medusa has defenders. There are gods and goddesses who believe in her innocence. Like the fantastically awesome Hades, lord of the Underworld.
“Niece,” he stresses, mimicking her formality, “this isn’t the first time you’ve overstepped your bounds by punishing innocents; this one just so happens to be the last remaining victim. If you even try to spew that victim blaming crap again, I’ll take you down to the Underworld with me for a spell. Maybe then you can understand what true justice entails.”That glorious motherfucker. LET ME LOVE YOU, HADES.
“Anger is good. I can work with anger. She doesn’t need your coddling, Nymph-girl. She needs somebody to help her kick some ass.” His lips curl so high that I swear, the corner of one side of his mouth closes in on an ear. “And I can do that.”Enemies from her past resurfaces, and as good as her current life is in Olympus, peace doesn't come without a price. There are people who want their vengeance.
Another kiss, a light brush across the center of my lips. “I will fight for us, Medusa. I will not give up. Please do not give up on yourself, either. Never forget that I love you. Never forget that you mean everything to me.”The Setting & The Writing: It is modern time, and the setting works perfectly. Medusa is isolated, but she knows about the modern world, she has technology, gifts from the outside world brought to her by her friend Hermes. He can travel the world outside, she cannot; he brings the world to her.
Our foreheads touch. “I love you. Hold onto that. I did not wait two thousand years for your love only to lose it so easily.”
“For somebody who is supposedly the bastion of wisdom,” Hades continues darkly, “you do a piss-poor job of exhibiting it yourself.”As well as Hermes'.
His voice matches mine. “No. It’s like I said—she’s insane. Her being named the purveyor of wisdom is one of the greatest of cosmic jokes.”The gods and goddesses are modernized, as fitting the time, but the main aspects of their personality remains very true. Zeus is pretty awesome. And totally chill.
He is lounging in his throne, dressed in a t-shirt, torn shorts, and flip-flops. There is no beard, no mustache—just sandy hair and weathered, tan skin.The gods are reasonable. They squabble among themselves, like a big, boisterous Greek family.
“Cease your frivolity, cow,” Athena hisses at her sister.We meet so many of the gods and goddesses. We get to know Persephone and Hades as Medusa lives with them for awhile. Hades likes coffee, Persephone hates it. Hades and Persephone loves each other, despite what Medusa knew of them from legends.
“How delightful. Your daughter strives to show example of my words,” Hades says, this time to Zeus.
“Athena, shut it, will you?” Zeus snaps. An exasperated sigh escapes from his lips as he kneads his forehead. Hermes was certainly right on this account—the Assembly loves to bicker.
It is obvious he and Persephone are deeply in love, which is yet another surprise. Like most everyone, I’ve read the stories of how he’d kidnapped her and held her against her will half the year in the Underworld. Only, Persephone doesn’t act like a kidnapped victim ought to act; that, or she’s an excellent actress who suffers heavily from Stockholm syndrome. She dotes on his words, as he does to hers.There is Aphrodite and her husband, Hephaestus. Aphrodite is wonderful, gorgeous; as kind as she is beautiful.
He murmurs sweet words of comfort, ones that do not rush me to wrap up nor belittle me for my outburst. And I know, just know, in this moment that I love him. That I am in love with him.And he, in turns, is the best of lover, the most wonderful, compassionate, loving of friends.
That I have been for a long time and too blind to see it before now.
“You have a goodness in you others would have long let die away in such circumstances. This is what I fell in love with. Not your body—which, I won’t lie, I enjoy very much, or your beautiful hair (because you know I most certainly was fascinated with your snakes, too), or those eyes of yours I find myself so easily lost in on a regular basis. Dusa, I love you. Who you are."This is such a wonderful book.
“I am a monster. The worst kind of monster. The kind that people have told stories about for thousands of years. The kind that daredevils will seek out, even though many believe I’m nothing more than a myth.”
"When we fall in love, it’s forever love. Even if you decide one day that you do not love me anymore, I will still always feel this way for you."
"I will wish, however, that someday you will experience love for yourself. Love makes every misery, every struggle, every moment of life worth it."
Tartarus - The area where wicked people end up in the Underworld in Greek mythology.First off, are you talking down to me, Lyons? Because I feel like you're talking down to me. I do know what Tartarus is, and if someone doesn't, it might be a good idea to let the fact that they have to look it up tell them they need to take a break from romance and get cultured.
Love makes every misery, every struggle, every moment of life worth it.
"I want to spend my life with you, if you'll let me. I want to spend forever with you. I don't care if you are mortal, immortal, or a so-called ex-monster. I just want you."
Surely I must have drunk too much wine, because all of this--his touch, his concern, his friendship--it's left me heady and hopeful. I marvel at how easily he can touch me right now, me, a monster, and he's as steady as always.
I'd spent most of that night collecting the pieces which once made a whole man, blubbering in misery.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore sends my eyes to the horizon. I've tried to drown myself in those waters more times than I ought to admit over the years, but the sea always spits me back out.
Maybe this is why she chose to mold me into a killer; maybe she knew that my heart, to often called soft by those who knew me well back when I was human, would not be able to handle the actions I had no control over.
I sneak a quick peek over at him as he leans forward, arms against his knees. He's wearing one of my favorite t-shirts of his, a thin and fraying red one whose picture of a surfer has faded to the point of obscurity. The first time I saw him in it, I thought him to be exactly what a beach bum traversing the Mediterranean ought to look like--all gorgeous and golden in skin and hair. As I find him to be the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out, I can only imagine how the ladies in the outside world must fall at his feet.
"I find that I cannot sit back and allow for this to happen anymore," he continues quietly. "The simple fact is, my uncle raped you, and somehow my bat-shit insane sister blamed and cursed you for it happening in one of her temples. In no way did you deserve what happened to you."
I am a monster. The worst kind of monster. The kind that people have told stories about for thousands of years. The kind that daredevils like poor Walt seek out, even though many believe I'm nothing more than a myth.
I am the Gorgon Medusa. And my eyes can turn anything living to stone.
He kisses me again, hot and slow. "I want to spend my life with you, if you'll let me." His tongue traces my jaw line; passion stirs in my belly once more, "I want to spend forever with you." He gently bites my earlobe; I moan softly. "I don't care if you are mortal, immortal, or a so-called ex-monster. I just want you.
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~MY RATING~
☆4.2☆STARS - GRADE=B+
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Plot~ 4.3/5
Main Characters~ 4.3/5
Secondary Characters~ 4/5
The Feels~ 4/5
Pacing~ 4.5/5
Addictiveness~ 4/5
Theme or Tone~ 4.3/5
Flow (Writing Style)~ 4.5/5
Backdrop (World Building)~ 4.5/5
Originality~ 4.5/5
Ending~ 4.3/5 Cliffhanger~ Nope.
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Book Cover~ It's okay
Setting~ Island of Gorgona, Olympus, Jackson (Wyoming), and Paris
Source~ KU Kindle eBook
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A tragic life story. An all-consuming romance. An unforgettable fairy tale. Get ready to lose yourself in the depths of emotion, as you experience this amazing story of kindness, friendship, love and hope.One of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read.
“This is my fairy tale. And it most definitely has a happy ending.”
“I am a monster. The worst kind of monster. The kind that people have told stories about for thousands of years. The kind that daredevils … seek out, even though many believe I’m nothing more than a myth. I am the Gorgon Medusa. And my eyes can turn anything living to stone.”
“I am, in fact, a monster … a hideous one, to be precise … and it sucks. It genuinely, truly, absolutely, unequivocally sucks. I hate stealing lives. Thus, not only am I a monster, I’m a really lousy one. A lonely, classic Five Stages of Grief following, insecure, shut-in of a pathetic beast who talks to the snakes on her head and the statues on her island.”
“Before—I had no say in my punishment. I’ve born it quietly. Maybe it’s time I finally take a chance.”
“This is my friend. My best friend. He is a god, and I am an ex-monster. It is not like we are anything else, or ever can be.”
“What kind of so-called monster weeps like her heart had shattered and never would form whole again?… I knew from that very second I heard your anguish. I’m afraid I was lost to you from that moment on. I had to discover all that made you YOU.”
“I am in love with you,” he whispers against my mouth. “Desperately. Hopelessly. In. Love. With. You.”
“You are, as you have always been, the most important person in my existence.”