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"This is a book I didn't want to end. I dreamed about the characters for days afterward." —Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author of Last to Die
We know Medea killed her children.... Or do we? In Medea, Kerry Greenwood breathes fresh life into the age of heroes and rescues a woman wronged by ancient playwrights and history.
As priestess of Hekate, Princess Medea protects the sacred grove holding the Golden Fleece and bones of an old king. Jason arrives determined to acquire both and rule the land. The king sets up challenges which Jason must conquer to earn the throne. But Jason's gentian blue eyes and hair bright as gold thread obsess Medea—"here is love, here is joy"—compelling her to help him. When the king breaks his word and seeks to kill the two, they escape together.
Through Medea's royal line, Jason becomes king of Corinth, swearing always to love his wife and queen. But his allegiance is fleeting. Medea has sacrificed home, family, goddess, and innocence for the "melting, fiery loving" she feels for him. What comes next? The answer lies in this compelling story of tragedy, vengeance, exile, grief, and an oracle's response to one returning to worship the dark after having fallen in love with the light.
250 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1997
My mother gave birth to me in the darkness under the earth and died in doing so. I loved the velvety blanket of night before my dazzled eyes ever encountered light. And when I did, they say I wept, and the people said, ‘Here is a true daughter of Hekate!’
No one was trying to kill. Openings for lethal blows were passed over in favour of dramatic broadsides, narrow misses and displays of skilled horsemanship. In fact, the riders were assessing one another, changing partners until they found one whom they either liked or disliked enough to want to mate with or humiliate. The young men were risking injury and a shameful loss of hair and skin, which might possibly prove fatal if infected, but not otherwise. The young women were perfectly capable of fighting off unacceptable suitors, but were afforded the chance of leaving the Sauromatae if they wished and joining the Pardalatae, whose customs were different and might be more to their taste.
‘The women of Lemnos have murdered all their men,’ said Nestor impressively. ‘The men were afflicted by some god and refused to go near their women, choosing Thracian concubines instead. The women, led by their queen, Hypsipyle, rose one night and murdered all the men on the island.[...] That is the Lemnian Deed, the worst that ever the Argives knew.’