Dreaded Encounters
It’s probably the first time I’ve ever hugged him; the god of war was not known for being the most paternal of figures.
It’s probably the first time I’ve ever hugged him; the god of war was not known for being the most paternal of figures.
The dog obediently walked in and sat down next to Arty. “Tell me this is not your favor.”
I Swear this oath upon the ‘River of Promise’, that her four Children shall dwell in my house and that I will care for them for always.
He followed the line of the chains to the center of the platform and saw that they were attached to the wrists and ankles of a woman.
Oh, my heart, you weren’t supposed to save me. You were supposed to save yourself.
I mean, you’re cute, I suppose but I thought the God of War was supposed to be big and brawny and I don’t know, scary.
Ares beating up each and every one of Hephaestus’ tormentors. Protecting his brother the only way he knows how.
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are going to do wondrous things. You need a strong name to help you through your life.”
Moxie hesitated, not wanting to greet such evil, but she knew Lydia would do exactly what she said. Moxie saw her intentions as clear as day.
Moxie straddled his waist and wiped the blood from her knife onto his cheek. She bared her teeth at him and growled. “No means no.”
“We’re going through the opening and since you like to discover new things, you can go first, brother.”
This is what’s pulled me home. My father’s broken heart. His lost love.
“Spiders. A lot of spiders. Like a whole nest of really big, gigantic, flesh-eating spiders.”
“I heard all of that, Hebe, and that was totally uncalled for,” he said reproachfully. “Ares has been through enough without you acting like a bitch.
“Oh, my poor, sweet boy. I am so sorry about Cassandra. She would have made a wonderful addition to the family. I liked her.”