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"Euryale was proud that their parents had entrusted the strange mortal child to them to look after. Sthenno wondered if her father had left the child with them hoping they would fail. It was impossible for gods to look at mortals and not feel some revulsion. Sh loved her new sister as much as she loved Euryale. But she still had to repress a shudder when she caught sight of her sister's horrifyingly small hands."

"An old god, [Phorcys] lived in the depths of the ocean with their mother, Ceto. They had many offsprings besides Euryale and Sthenno: Scylla, a nymph with six dog heads and their six vicious mouths, who lived in a high cave over the sea from which she would appear to eat passing sailors. Proud Echidna, half-nymph, half-snake. The Graiai - three sisters who shared a single eye and a single tooth."

"The sisters did not eat from hunger: Gorgons were immortal, they had no need for food. But their sharp tusks, their powerful wings, their strong legs: all were designed for the hunt. And if you were going to hunt, you might as well eat your kill."

"If only it didn't invariably result in offspring. More and more gods and demigods, each one appearing for no reason other than to confirm to her that he was virtually indiscriminate in his infidelity. Even she, a goddess with an almost limitless supply of spite, could barely keep up with the number of women, goddesses, nymphs and needling infants she needed to persecute."

"And then she heard his hated voice, telling her she could not escape him.
She already knew what she had to do to make the pain stop. Submit to another pain. Beaten at last, she gave in and reverted to her original form.
As Zeus raped her, she thought of being an eagle."

"... She made one last attempt to free herself, changing forms again in rapid succession: eagle, but she couldn't fly above it; boar, but she couldn't gore her way through it; locust, but she couldn't consume it; panther again, but she couldn't outrun it. She had no choice but to make herself smaller and smaller still: weasel, mouse, cicada. But still the pressure increased. She tried one last time: ant."

"Zeus was everywhere and nowhere at once. She could not outrun this bright cloud enveloping her. She flinched as her cat's eyes could not tolerate the glare, changed back to a snake as the cloud seemed to thicken and close in. She tried to slither beneath it, but there was no beneath. The cloud emanated from everywhere, from the ground as much as the air. The brightness was intolerable..."

"She could catch anything. And what could catch her? Nothing. She revelled in her power. She felt almost weightless, pure muscle in pursuit of prey.
And then she was caught."

"You're not far from the home of the Hesperides, but they won't help you, I'm afraid, even if you could find them (which you can't)."

"I call them sisters, but they have never met. They are connected - though they do not know, or have long forgotten - by the air and the sea. And now, also by you."

"You have flown past the Graiai, although you may not have noticed, as they keep to their cave to avoid stumbling on their rocky cliffs and falling into the wild sea. Would they survive such a fall? Of course: they are immortal. But even a god doesn't want to be battered between the waves and the rocks for all eternity."

"The hero isn't the one who's kind or brave or loyal. Sometimes - not always, but sometimes - he is monstrous.
And the monster? Who is she? She is what happens when someone cannot be saved.
This particular monster is assaulted, abused and vilified. And yet, as the story is always told, she is the one you should fear. She is the monster.
We'll see about that."

"I see you. I see all those who men call monsters.
And I see the men who call them that. Call themselves heroes, of course."