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Crack it, so the yolk is irreparably destroyed. Chop them up, so they blend well. It will elevate your potion to godly status.
Upon mixing the above ingredients, let it rest under a full moon. If you've brewed it right, it should taste bitter and salty, yet wholly satisfying. Note: view spoiler [Medea is awesome. She doesn't deserve to be portrayed as an evil sorceress.
She has ambition, which scared the shit out of ancient Greek men so they made her into a villain. The stuff she did is no less horrible than Hercules and Jason.
You know, celebrated heroes. It's Medusa all over again. Pre-review: I have to admit I was wary when I first heard that there was going to be another companion book. Old Bessie's looking a bit dry there. Then I read an excerpt: "I've had some bad experiences in my time, but the heroes I'm going to tell you about were the original old school hard luck cases. When he looked at you, you could never tell if he was about to punch you or tell you a joke.
His beard was kind of unnerving, too. When Kronos saw the scythe, his eyes gleamed. He wanted that iron blade. Alone among his siblings, he understood how much damage it could cause. And as for killing his dad—why not? Ouranos barely noticed him. Neither did Gaea, for that matter. Kronos hated being ignored. He was tired of being the smallest and wearing all those stupid Titan hand-me-downs. I knew I could count on you, uh…which one are you again?
Hey, for a scythe, cookies, and a chance to commit murder, Kronos could hide his true feelings. First, I want you to trick Ouranos into visiting you. Just get him here tonight and act like you still love him. Four of you just need to hold him. One-time offer. They made their excuses and quickly left.
The oldest son, Oceanus, chewed his thumb nervously. Kronos smiled at them. He told them the plan. That night, amazingly, Ouranos showed up.
He wandered into the valley where he usually met Gaea and frowned when he saw the sumptuous dinner laid out on the table. Are you serious about making up? Her curly hair was braided with jewels which were easy for her to get, being the earth , and she smelled of roses and jasmine.
She reclined on a sofa in the soft light of the candles and beckoned her husband to come closer. Ouranos felt underdressed in his loincloth. Was he suspicious? Remember, nobody in the history of the cosmos had been lured He was going to be the first.
Lucky guy. Also, he got lonely hanging out in the sky so much. His only company was the stars, the air god Aither who was, in fact, a total airhead , and Nyx and Hemera, mother and daughter, who argued with each other every dawn and dusk. As soon as he settled in, Kronos whispered from the behind the nearest boulder: Krios had disguised himself as a bush.
Koios had dug a hole for himself and covered it with branches. Hyperion had tucked himself under the couch it was a large couch , and Iapetus was attempting to look like a tree with his arms out for branches. For some reason, it had worked. The four brothers grabbed Ouranos. Each one took an arm or a leg and they wrestled their dad to the ground, stretching him out spread-eagle.
Kronos emerged from the shadows. His iron scythe gleamed in the starlight. Besides, who wears a loincloth to a fancy dinner? I am disgusted! I am the lord of the cosmos!
If you do this, uh…what was your name again? Someday, your own children will destroy you and take your throne, just as you are doing to me! It hit Ouranos right in the…well, you know what? Kronos chopped, and Ouranos howled in pain. It was like the most disgusting cheap-budget Droplets of it splattered over the rocks; and the stuff was so powerful that later on, when no one was looking, creatures arose from the ichor—three hissing winged demons called the Furies, the spirits of punishment.
They immediately fled into the darkness of Tartarus. Other drops of sky blood fell on fertile soil, where they eventually turned into wild but gentler creatures called nymphs and satyrs. Most of the blood just splattered everything. Iapetus got sick on the spot.
The others laughed and patted each other on the back. Cookies and punch for everyone! Maybe because he resented his eldest brother, Oceanus. I dunno. They basically exiled him into the air. Anyway, Kronos returned to the valley, and all the Titans had a party.
Gaea named Kronos lord of the universe. Kronos kept his promise and gave his four helpful brothers control over the four corners of the earth. Iapetus became the Titan of the west. Hyperion got the east. Koios took the north, and Krios got the south. We have begun a Golden Age! He had to work his way up to being a complete slime bucket. The monstrous guys turned out to be useful, too. The palace was made from void-black marble.
Towering columns and vast halls gleamed in the light of magical torches. All mine! In addition to being king of the cosmos, Kronos became the Titan of time. He was especially interested in the destructive power of time. Just for kicks, he used to travel around the world, fast-forwarding the lives of trees, plants, and animals so he could watch them wither and die.
He never got tired of that. Krios was the Titan of the south. He took the ram for his symbol, since the ram constellation rose in the southern sky. His navy blue armor was dotted with stars.
Krios was the dark, silent type. He would stand down there at the southern edge of world, watching the constellations and thinking deep thoughts—or maybe he was just thinking he should have requested a more exciting job.
Koios, the Titan of the north, lived at the opposite end of the world obviously. He was sometimes called Polus, because he controlled the northern pole. This was way before Santa Claus moved in. Koios was also the first Titan to have the gift of prophecy.
In fact, Koios literally means question. He could ask questions of the sky, and sometimes the sky would whisper answers. Is Kronos going to kill me today? That kind of thing. Eventually Koios would pass down the gift of prophecy to his children.
Hyperion, Titan of the east, was the flashiest of the four. Since the light of day came from the east every morning, he called himself the Lord of Light. Behind his back, everybody else called him Kronos Lite, because he did whatever Kronos told him, and was basically like Kronos with half the calories and none of the taste. Anyway, he wore blazing golden armor and was known to burst into flames at random moments, which made him fun at parties.
His counterpart, Iapetus, was more laid-back, being the Titan of the west. A good sunset always makes you want to kick back and chill. He was an excellent fighter who knew how to use a spear. As for the last brother, Oceanus, he took charge of the outer waters that circled the world. It could have been worse. Now, before I turn to the six lady Titans, let me get some nasty business out of the way. See, eventually the guy Titans started thinking, Hey, Dad had Gaea for a wife.
Who are we going to have for wives? Then they looked at the lady Titans and thought, Hmm… I know. The brothers wanted to marry their own sisters?! First off, like I said before, the rules of behavior were a lot looser back then. Most important, immortals are just different from humans.
They live forever, more or less. They have cool powers. Or maybe the Titans were all just freaks. The oldest girl was Theia. If you wanted her attention, all you had to do was wave something shiny in her face.
She loved sparkly things and bright scenic views. Every morning she would dance with happiness when daylight returned. She would climb mountains just so she could see for miles around. She would even delve underground and bring out precious gems, using her magic powers to make them gleam and sparkle.
Theia is the one who gave gold its luster and made diamonds glitter. She became the Titan of clear sight.
Because she was all about bright and glittery, she ended up marrying Hyperion, the lord of light. Her sister Themis? Totally different. She was quiet and thoughtful and never tried to draw attention to herself, always wearing a simple white shawl over her hair.
She realized from an early age that she had a natural sense of right and wrong. Whenever she was in doubt, she claimed that she could draw wisdom straight from the earth. Anyway, Themis had a good reputation among her brothers and sisters. She could mediate even the worst arguments. She became the Titan of natural law and fairness. Third sister: She loved rivers, springs, and fresh running water of any kind. She was very kind, always offering her siblings something to drink, though the others got tired of hearing that the average Titan needs twenty-four large glasses of water a day to stay hydrated.
At any rate, Tethys thought of herself as the nursemaid for the whole world, since all living things need to drink. She ended up marrying Oceanus, which was kind of a no-brainer. I like water too! We should totally go out! The Greeks called this place the omphalos, literally the belly button of the earth, though they never specified whether it was an innie or an outie.
Her name meant bright, and she always looked on the positive side of things. Her prophecies tended to be like fortune cookies—only good stuff. Which was fine, I guess, if you only wanted to hear good news, but not so great if you had a serious problem.
Unfortunately, they only saw each other once in a while since they lived very far apart. Bonus fact: Because he inherited her powers, Apollo was sometimes called Phoebus Apollo. Anyway, Mnemosyne was born with a photographic memory long before anyone knew what a photograph was. In some ways, that was good. She kept the family records and never ever forgot anything.
But in some ways, having her around was a drag, because she would never let you forget anything. That embarrassing thing you did when you were eight years old? Yep, she remembered. That promise you made three years ago that you would pay her back that loan? She remembered. What was worse, Mnemosyne expected everybody else to have a good memory too. She became the Titan of memory, especially rote memorization. Next time you have to study for a spelling test or memorize the capitals of all fifty states for no apparent reason, thank Mnemosyne.
That kind of assignment was totally her idea.
None Go figure. Finally, there was sister number six: Poor Rhea. She was the sweetest and most beautiful of the lady Titans, which of course meant she had the worst luck and the hardest life. Her name either means flow or ease. Both definitions fit. She always went with the flow, and she totally put people at ease.
She would wander the valleys of the earth, visiting her brothers and sisters, talking to the nymphs and satyrs who had sprung from the blood of Ouranos. She loved animals, too. Her favorite was the lion. If you see pictures of Rhea, she almost always has a couple of lions with her, which made it very safe for her to walk around, even in the worst neighborhoods.
Rhea became the Titan of motherhood. She adored babies and always helped her sisters during their deliveries. Eventually she would earn the title the Great Mother when she had kids of her own. Unfortunately, she had to get married before any of that happened, which is how all the trouble started….
Oh, but everything was so great! What could possibly go wrong?
She was so pleased to see her kids in charge of the world, she decided to sink back down into the earth for a while and just be, well…the earth. She deserved a rest. She was sure Kronos would take care of things and be a good king forever and ever. Yeah, right. So she lay down for a quick nap, which in geological terms meant a few millennia. Meanwhile, the Titans started having kids of their own, who were second-generation Titans. Oceanus and Tethys, Mr.
Water, had a daughter named Klymene, who became the Titan goddess of fame. Like a lot of folks who are obsessed with fame, she headed west.
She ended up falling for the Titan of the west, Iapetus. I know, he was technically her uncle. But like I said before, the Titans were different. My advice is not to think about it too much. Anyway, Iapetus and Klymene had a son named Atlas, who turned out to be an excellent fighter, and also kind of a jerk. Next, Iapetus and Klymene had a son named Prometheus, who was almost as clever as Kronos. According to some legends, Prometheus invented a minor life form you may have heard of—humans.
One day he was just messing around at the riverbank, building stuff out of wet clay, when he sculpted a couple of funny-looking figures similar to Titans, only much smaller and easier to smash.
But the clay creatures came to life and became the first two humans. Did Prometheus get a medal for that? The Titans looked on humans the way we might look on gerbils.
Other Titans thought they were repulsive rodents. As for the humans, they mostly just cowered in their caves and scurried around trying not to get stepped on. The Titans kept having more baby Titans.
All the dad and mom Titans were really happy to see her. Hyperion and Theia, Mr. Shiny, had twins named Helios and Selene, who were in charge of the sun and the moon. Makes sense, right? Helios would drive the chariot of the sun across the sky every day, even though it got terrible mileage.
She drove her silver moon chariot across the sky at night and mostly kept to herself, though the one time she did fall in love, it was the saddest story ever.
He just sat on his throne in the palace of Mount Othrys and got very, very grumpy watching everyone else have a good time. At first he told himself, Well, no biggie. Kronos had earned the throne fair and square, but that curse took all the fun out of chopping up his dad. Now he had to worry about getting overthrown while everyone else got to enjoy the good life. Once Gaea went back into the earth, they stopped coming by the palace for Sunday dinner. They said they were busy, but Kronos suspected that his brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews were simply scared of him.
His scythe was intimidating. But was that his fault? One morning he really snapped. He woke up to a Cyclops hammering on a piece of bronze right Seven in the morning, on a weekend! Kronos had promised his mom he would free the Elder Cyclopes and the Hundred-Handed Ones from Tartarus, but he was getting really tired of his ugly relatives.
They smelled like Porta Potties. They had, like, zero personal hygiene, and they were constantly making noise—building things, hammering metal, cutting stone. Kronos called Atlas and Hyperion and a couple of his other goons. They rounded up the Cyclopes and Hundred-Handed Ones and told them they were going for a nice drive in the country to look at wildflowers.
Then they jumped the poor guys, wrapped them in chains again, and tossed them back into Tartarus. Kronos was the king now. Mom would just have to deal with it. Things were much quieter at the palace after that, but Kronos still had a major case of the grumpies. In fact, he had a particular girl in mind. Secretly, he had a crush on Rhea. She was gorgeous. Every time the Titan family got together, Kronos stole glances at her. If he noticed any of the other guys flirting with her, he would pull them aside for a private conversation with his scythe in hand, and warn them never to do it again.
He loved how Rhea laughed. He loved the way her dark curly hair swept her shoulders. Her eyes were as green as meadows, and her lips…well, Kronos dreamed about kissing those lips. Also, Rhea was sweet and kind and everyone loved her. Kronos thought: Rhea would teach me to be a better Titan.
Life would be awesome! But another part of him thought, No! Kronos grumbled in frustration. He was the king of the freaking universe! He could do whatever he wanted!
Maybe Ouranos had just been messing with him and there was no curse. Note to self: He invited Rhea to a romantic dinner and poured out his feelings. He proposed to her on the spot.
This was Kronos the Crooked One, after all—the dude who had killed their dad. The king of the freaking universe. Rhea agreed to marry him. Maybe she thought she could make him into a better guy. Maybe Kronos believed that, too. They had a nice honeymoon. A few weeks later, when Kronos heard that surprise, surprise Rhea was expecting their first child, he tried to convince himself everything was fine.
He was happy! He would never be a bad father like Ouranos. Kronos would love him or her and forget all about that old curse. Then the kid was born—a beautiful baby girl. Rhea had been secretly worried her child might turn out to be a Cyclops or a Hundred-Handed One. Maybe Kronos had been stressing about that, too. But nope. The child was perfect. In fact, she was a little too perfect. Rhea named her Hestia. She swaddled the baby in soft blankets and showed her to her proud papa. At first, Kronos smiled.
The kid was not a monster—sweet! She was smaller than a Titan baby, but heavier and perfectly proportioned. Her eyes were much too intelligent for a newborn. She radiated power. She would be smaller than a Titan, but capable of great things. She would surpass any Titan at whatever she chose to do.
Hestia was like an improved version of the Titans—Titan 2. She was a goddess—the first member of an entirely new branch of immortal evolution. Looking at her, Kronos felt like an old cell phone staring at the latest model smartphone. He knew his days were numbered. His proud papa smile faded. This kid could not be allowed to grow up, or the prophecy of Ouranos would come true.
Kronos had to act fast. He had to get rid of Hestia immediately and irreversibly. He opened his mouth—super, super wide, wider than he even realized he could. His lower jaw was hinged like on one of those massive snakes that can eat a cow.
He stuffed Hestia in his mouth and swallowed her whole. Just like: She was gone.
As you can imagine, Rhea completely freaked. She screamed some more. She would have launched herself at Kronos and pummeled him with her fists, or ordered her lions to attack, but she was afraid of hurting the baby that was now stuck inside him. She was trouble, I could tell! She stormed off in a rage.
I mean, your husband eats your firstborn child like a slider hamburger…. First, Kronos had swallowed the baby Hestia whole.
Hestia, like her parents, was technically immortal. Gross in there? A little claustrophobic? You bet. But fatal? I can find a way to get her back. Rhea was a gentle goddess. Even if she tried to fight, most of the strongest Titans, like Hyperion and that big goon Atlas, would back Kronos up. If the kid is immortal, why is Rhea worried about hurting her? But, see, immortals can be hurt badly, crippled, or mutilated. They just stay crippled forever. And even if they had, Rhea would have been too scared to try.
Can you blame her? As you may have noticed, Kronos was one crazy piece of work. High five! Her best bet was to stick it out, bide her time, and wait until she found a way to get Hestia back. Kronos tried to be nice to her. He bought her presents and took her out to dinner, as if that could make her forget about the baby in his stomach.
When Kronos thought enough time had passed—like three or four days—he insisted that they try to have more kids. Maybe he had a secret death wish.
So Rhea had another baby—a little girl even cuter than the first. Rhea named her Demeter. Rhea dared to hope. Kronos took the child in his arms and saw right away that Demeter was another goddess. She was trouble with a capital tau. He opened his jaws and swallowed her down. Cue the screaming fit from Mom.
Cue the apologies. Rhea was seriously tempted to call out her lions, but now the stakes were even higher. Kronos had two kids in there. But gods are kind of flexible about their size. Sometimes they are huge. They were like springs getting wound up tighter and tighter, hoping that someday they would get to burst out fully grown. Kronos insisted they try again. Also a girl. Rhea named her Hera, and she was the least Titan-ish, most godly yet. Rhea was indeed the Great Mother. In fact, she was a little too good at it.
Every child she had was Dad got to hold the baby. It was one of those natural laws that Themis always insisted on. There was also a natural law against eating your kids, but Themis was too afraid to mention that to Kronos.
And so Rhea mustered her courage. This time, Rhea left the throne room without throwing a fit. She was too numb with pain and misery and disbelief.
She had married a pathological liar who was also a murderer and a cannibal baby-eater. Could things be any worse? Oh, wait! Things were worse. Two more times she gave birth to perfect, lovely god babies. The fourth child was a boy named Hades. Rhea hoped Kronos would let him live, because every dad wants a son to play catch with, right? Down the hatch, matey! The fifth child was another boy, Poseidon. Same story. At this point, Rhea fled the palace. She went to her brothers and sisters, her nieces and nephews, anyone who would listen.
She pleaded for help. The other Titans were either too scared of Kronos like Themis , or they worked for Kronos like Hyperion and told her to stop whining. Finally Rhea visited her sister Phoebe at the Oracle of Delphi, but sadly, even the Oracle had no advice for her. Rhea ran to the nearest meadow, threw herself on the ground, and began to cry. Suddenly she heard whispering from the earth.
You will find help there! This child will be different! He will save the others! Rhea sniffled and tried to pull herself together. You take the Ionian Sea down to, like, Kalamata. Then you turn left and—You know what? When the time came and Rhea started to get very big in the belly, she took a few deep breaths, composed herself, and waddled into the throne room.
I will be back with the baby. And of course, my lord, I am all about pleasing you! He was suspicious, but he also thought: Plus, by now his thoughts were getting a little sluggish. I mean, five gods in one stomach—dang. Off you go. Where is Crete? Once she got there, she was immediately met by some helpful nymphs who had also heard the voice of Gaea. They brought Rhea to a cozy, well-hidden cave at the base of Mount Ida. The bountiful forest offered plenty to eat. Yes, I know: Rhea gave birth to a healthy baby boy god.
He was the most beautiful and perfect one yet. Rhea named him Zeus, which, depending on who you ask, either means Sky or Shining or simply Living. I personally vote for the last one, because I think at this point Rhea had simple hopes for this kid—keep him alive and away from hostile stomachs.
The sound echoed through the cave and out into the world—so loud that everyone and their Titan mother knew a baby had been born.
A large stone emerged from the dirt—a smooth, oval rock exactly the same size and weight as a baby god. She knew this was a gift from Gaea. Normally, you would not be excited if She wrapped the stone in swaddling clothes and gave the real baby Zeus to the nymphs to take care of. She just hoped she could pull off the switcheroo once she got back to the palace.
And for milk, we have an awesome immortal goat. The nymphs brought in their goat Amaltheia, who produced excellent magical goat milk in many different flavors, including low fat, chocolate, and baby formula.
Kronos has incredible hearing up there on Mount Othrys. You may have noticed this kid has a set of lungs on him.
Kronos will suspect something. She led Rhea to the cave entrance and called out to the Earth Mother: Sorry to disturb you. But we could use some help guarding this kid! Preferably some very loud help! Three new helpers emerged, born of dirt and the spilled blood of Ouranos like I said, that stuff got everywhere. The new guys were large, hairy humanoids, dressed in fur and feathers and leather like they were on their way to some primeval festival deep in the rain forest.
They were armed with spears and shields, so they looked more like headhunters than nursemaids. Baby Zeus began crying again.
The three warriors immediately busted out some sweet tribal dance moves, beating their spears on their shields and shouting and chanting.
They covered up the crying just fine. For some reason, Baby Zeus seemed to like the noise. A fine little boy named, uh, Rocky! He was full! Prophecy, and all. He unhinged his jaw and showed his extreme mouth-opening skills. They shifted—as much as they could in the cramped space—and Rocky landed in their midst.
Meanwhile, in the throne room, Rhea threw an Oscar-worthy tantrum. She screamed and stomped her feet and called Kronos all kinds of unflattering names. He was stuffed.
Eventually, things quieted down in the palace. Kronos was now convinced he had thwarted the curse of Ouranos. No way could his children displace him, since he knew exactly where they all were. He was the king of the cosmos and would never be overthrown! Meanwhile, Rhea visited Mount Ida whenever she could. Because in the next chapter, Zeus goes nuclear.
He spent his days romping around the countryside with nymphs and satyrs, learning to fight with his loud friends the Kouretes, eating his fill of honey and magical goat milk yum! By the time he was a young adult god, he had grown into a good-looking dude—all tan and ripped from his time in the forest and at the beach. He had short black hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and eyes as blue as the sky, though they could cloud over very fast when he got angry. One day his mom, Rhea, came to visit on her chariot pulled by lions.
He liked the word summer. She had been planning her revenge on Kronos for a long time. Now, looking at her son—so confident, strong, and handsome—she knew the time had come. That means they must have the power to change their size and shape. You should have that power, too. See if you can make yourself appear less godly, more…Titan-ish. He had already discovered his ability to change shape. It was a footrace. Wolves ran on their feet. The only Titan that Zeus had ever seen up close was his mother, but he knew Titans were generally bigger than he was.
They gave off a slightly different vibe—more violent and rougher around the edges. He imagined himself as a Titan. When he opened his eyes, he was taller than his mom for the first time.
The palace was huge. Its gleaming black towers rose into the clouds like greedy fingers grasping for the stars. The fortress was meant to inspire fear.