I’m past my normal blog day this week, and I’m sorry. the last couple of weeks at the day-job have been kind of busy. Theoretically, we get to catch our breath for a few days, but my two teammates are off the rest of the week, so it’ll just be me the next two days. Luckily, it isn’t as insanely busy as last week, so I’ll be fine.
I think I mentioned that I was working with my web designer on a fresh look for my website, and we’re nearly ready to launch the shiny new design. I’m very excited, partly because, well, who doesn’t like a nice remodel? And partly because it gives me a reason to have a little party. I’ll have more details on that maybe in my next post or two, so stay tuned.
I’m keeping this one short and sweet since we’re mid-work-week, but I still have a little story snippet for you, from Hunting Medusa.
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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 to not 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…
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Here’s hoping the rest of your week is smooth sailing!