Apparently, Zeus was THE god of gods. Not a mortal bearing the name for status or power. The actual, original, terrifying god of thunder and lightning.
Also shocking was that Rhine—the gentle, foolish, lovesick Rhine—managed to put the god in a state of unconsciousness that would take several thousands of years for him to recover.
That was the first time I had heard of a man who had stood against a god and had not been instantly destroyed.
He had fought with the fury of a hundred men, all because of love. All because of my mother.
Men...
Men truly are just...
My distaste for the two—my mother and men in general—grew significantly after everything that had happened with Rhine.
I could not stand to be in her presence any longer, could not bear to look at her face.
I prepared myself and took Deva by the hand, then asked mother to take us to the secluded village of the Amazons, so I could find myself there.
