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"But Zeus's temper did not improve. He could be placated with gifts but the improvement in his mood was always transitory and the following day he would be as irascible as before.
'What?' Hera eventually asked him, when he reduced his cup-bearer to tears for the third time in a day."

"Hephaestus would create anything - from clay, bronze or stone - and it was always the most exquisite object. He would indulge the whim of any god who asked. Artemis murmured to her brother that it seemed impossible anyone so amenable was related to Hero, and Apollo nodded as he admired his sister's new quiver and her beautifully weighted bow."

"Hephaestus had somehow molded the feathers in just a way that when the light was on them, the eagle's wings were the dark brown of Zeus's favoured bird, but the feathered edges glowed gold, just as if Helios were catching the real bird in full flight. Zeus was on the verge of saying he had never seen anything more beautiful unless she was naked."

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"It grew no less draining the more she did it. Quite opposite, in fact. And on this occasion, she had decided Zeus's punishment should fit his particular, habitual wrongdoing. He had impregnated Metis, even if the child, god or demi-god, had not appeared. Hera paused to consider the awful possibility that there was a bastard infant somewhere which she had failed to locate and persecute."

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"It was not enough to have punished Metis, she needed to punish Zeus. And she knew one way to do that. Well, she smiled to herself as she stared at her reflection in a shallow pool and found nothing wanting, she knew countless ways to do that.
Hera and Zeus were ideally matched, at least in terms of their capacity to antagonize one another. There were days when she believed he could scarcely rise without raping."

"I don't know exactly how to describe Ceto. We have never seen her?'
'Never?'
'She lives in the depths of the ocean, Medusa. None of her children have ever seen her.'
Medusa sat quietly, her questions finally stilled. And her sisters hoped once again they had kept her from feeling what they knew to be true: she was a freak whose birth had horrified both parents."

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"'And that's why we all live here together?' Medusa asked. 'Because we can't live in the sea and they can't live on land?'
'That's right,'
'What do they look like? Are they like you?'
Euryale thought for a moment. 'No, not like us.' she said. 'They are not Gorgons. Phorcys is a sea god, he doesn't have wings. He has scales. And huge claws instead of legs.'"

"'The sea extends far beyond what you can see from here. It is wide and deep and full of creatures and places you have never imagined. Phorcys and Ceto live in the deepest realms of the ocean.'
'But I couldn't live there?'
'No,' said Sthenno quickly. 'You would drown if you tried.'
'Could you live in the sea?'
Every answer created more questions. Euryale flexed her wings. 'I don't think so,' she said."

"And every day after that, as the angry purple welt on Medusa's skin faded, she would look at the place where the rock had been as she rubbed the itching scar. And then she would smile, because it could not hurt her again. Euryale had seen to that."

"This was not a display of strength but of fragility. The howl was disappointingly short-lived, as the little girl had to gulp for more breath to sustain it. Breathing was an awful weakness. And then the blood appeared, pouring in a vicious stream down the child's leg. Sthenno had no idea that her sister's veins ran with this sticky redness when she should be filled with ichor, like a normal creature."