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375 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 27, 2022
“Once, many years ago,”— he grinned as I began like I used to start stories for Ixion—“ there was a half deity prophesied to be the god of the sun. He hated his fate and ran from it, right into the arms of a prince who, at first, he thought he loathed.” Hyacinth chuckled. “He discovered along the way that man was his heart and soul. The deity brought hardship and loss to the prince, though and had to live with the many mistakes he made.”
I knew who I was.
I was Apollo.
God of the sun.
The child of Leto.
Brother of Temi.
Husband to Hyacinth.
I was a man who had made mistakes and jumped to conclusions and harmed others.
I was a man who would do better.
But her posture, the way she held herself, her expression, made it clear she didn’t fear anyone. And a woman unafraid was a truly terrifying sight.
“I realized that giving you up is too high a cost.”
“What about Niria?”
Every single time, Hyacinth had looked at me with love in his eyes. He’d seen more than the vengeful god in me. He saw good. And, damn it, I could be that for him.
“Will it not hurt?” I whispered. “To always see that?”
(...) “It will hurt. But I think that’s good.” She leaned in closer to me, the sandalwood smell of her filling my senses. “It means he’s not forgotten. That he was loved, and his life had meaning. Even if it hurts to remember. It’s good to feel that pain because it means he mattered.”
Maybe this was my time, though. My purpose. Perhaps I was the one who loved Apollo. That would be my legacy. And perhaps it was enough.
“Thank the moon goddess for that. (…) I know her personally. She’s the one deity I truly believe in.”
For a moment I stared at him. Despite the teasing I knew his words rang true. “Thank you, Orion.”
- “So, let the people tell their stories and myths,” I whispered. “We know the truth of us. Our story is a tragedy but if you peel all the layers back there’s one thing remaining.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a story of a god who loved a prince until it nearly undid them both. Who still loves that man with every breath of his body. And who is okay with becoming a memory if it means the prince is in it.”