Change of Seasons

We had a brush with the remains of Hurricane Ida last week here, about 6″ or so of rain on Wednesday. While the water in the basement wasn’t fun, it could have been a lot worse, and since the rain moved out, the weather here has been fantastic, much cooler and less humid. Although the ‘scattered showers’ the weather guessers put in our forecast for this morning have stuck around so it’s sticky again, but at least it’s cooler. It’s actually felt like more like fall since Thursday, and I love that. Windows open, a/c off.

I know Mother Nature isn’t done with us and heat, it’s too soon, but this is a welcome break, and I plan to enjoy it.

It’s also a long holiday weekend here in the U.S. The boys will be here tomorrow for dinner since we haven’t done that since my birthday dinner, so we’re overdue, and I’m going to enjoy that, too. I’m planning some reading time, and of course writing time this weekend, and we’re probably going to start easing one of the neighborhood stray cats from outside to inside, which will be interesting. We’ve always started out with kittens rather than fully grown cats, so if anyone has tips, I’d love to hear them.

Now I’m going to get some of that writing done, but I have a little snippet for you.


Medusa knew he was coming. She always knew when the next one approached to try to kill her. But she had not been ready to die–until now.

While listening to the soft, sneaky sounds of his footfalls on the rocky path, she studied the golden goblet. It had not rid her of Athena’s curse, but it would help her daughters. As long as one of them had it, the amulet would stop them all from suffering constantly as she had all these years, limiting the effects of the curse to only a few days each month for the keeper of the goblet. Until the Goddess forgave Medusa’s foolish bragging.

Her killer drew nearer, still attempting to be quiet. Something about his deliberate pace–unhurried, careful–made her grateful she had already finished her protective spell for her children. This one would not have died as easily as the rest.

She looked around, from one statue to another–men of all ages and sizes, various weapons in their hands or tucked into their belts, all wearing the same horrified expression. Her eyes burned. She knew she was a monster. She had known not to brag so about her hair. Athena did not suffer braggarts. She had ruined Medusa’s hair, had cursed Medusa to live in exile this way–on this Gods-forsaken island with no company but her own–as well as all her offspring.

Medusa despised living this way. She was not meant to be alone. She had never enjoyed her own company more than others’. When this hunter came, she would let him kill her.

He did not come into the clearing as the others had, charging forward recklessly. No, he came in with his back to her, watching her reflection in a shield. Clever, this one. She pretended not to have seen him, very aware of each step he took.

Soon. It would be over soon.

And she could not wait for the torment to end.

When he came nearer, she closed her eyes and prayed to Athena for forgiveness.

His blade whistled through the air. Closer, closer…


Have you picked up the first two books in the trilogy yet? Yes? Have you read and enjoyed them? If you haven’t picked them up yet, I hope you’ll check them out. I have the gorgeous cover for the third book in the trilogy ready, but will share that in a few more weeks. I can’t wait for you all to see it.

How are you spending your weekend? And have you successfully integrated an adult cat into your household? We can use some ideas on how to manage that!

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