(Greek Myth Fantasy Series)
The demi-god, Perseus, is on a mission to save the life of his mother. He needs to find and behead Medusa and bring it back to the evil King Polydectes before time runs out. He goes to the Oracle of Delphi to find out where to find the gorgon, and instead finds an impostor upon the golden chair that sits above the pit of knowledge.
Princess Andromeda comes to the Oracle as well, hoping to change her fate. It has been said in order to stop the sea serpent from attacking her kingdom, she must be sacrificed. She climbs the tripod chair herself when the Oracle is not present, only to be mistaken by a very handsome man.
Only one man can slay this beast – Perseus the son of Zeus. Can she sway him to stop a mission of his own to save her life instead?
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Excerpt from The Oracle of Delphi:
Princess Andromeda found herself alone in the middle of the large, frightening cave. Fire still burned in the floor sconces and from the torches stuck into the cracks of the stone wall. She looked at the three entwined stone serpents carved into the short wall that circled the pit. Their gemstone eyes glowed with the reflection of the fire. She had heard that the mist from the pit was the spirit of the dead. The oracle spoke through this mist, entering the priestess’s body to give its answers. Mayhap she could do the same. She had felt its presence when the priestess joined with it just now. She decided to try to get a different answer from the oracle on her own.
The chair still vibrated, and she reached out her hand to touch it. It called to her, lured her closer, bringing back memories of her infancy sitting atop the priestess’s lap when the oracle was called forth. Before she knew it, she found herself climbing the gold steps that led up to the tripod chair.
Her body felt surprisingly calm, as if the chair itself caressed her. As she settled herself atop the high seat, she looked down into the deep, dark pit and felt it calling to her.
Was there really something down there that could see the future? The stench from the mist lingered and her head lightened. A chill ran up her spine causing her to shiver. Fear and anxiety consumed her and suddenly, she was not at all confident. She no longer knew if she could call forth the oracle – and survive. She had decided to crawl back down when a voice called to her from the place she had stood just moments before, waiting for her own answer from the Oracle of Delphi.
“Oh great priestess, I come unannounced, but I humbly seek your help. I need an answer from the oracle, please.”
She looked down at the man looking up at her. His tall, muscular frame stood rigid, like a warrior preparing for battle. Handsome was he, more handsome than any of the men in her own village. His hair had a slight curl to it, shining the color of acorns in the firelight. His regal face graced him as an Adonis in her eyes. His high cheekbones and long nose led to a thin mouth, accentuating the slight shadow of stubble on his jaw.
One hand rested on the sword at his waist. His feet were spread and planted in a warrior’s stance. His traveling clothes consisted of a long tunic with a bright red cape thrown carelessly over one shoulder. She wondered who he was, as she had never seen him before. Probably a traveler passing through on his way to sell his services to a king’s army.
“Who are you?” she found herself asking, mesmerized by the man’s hawk-like eyes. His brows dipped above his golden orbs as if he felt confusion.
“I am Perseus, dear priestess. I thought the oracle would know my identity without my confirmation.”
She suddenly realized he thought she was the Oracle of Delphi. She’d almost forgotten she’d climbed atop the priestess’s chair. She shifted and opened her mouth, meaning to correct him. But then his name, Perseus, resonated within her mind and she suddenly remembered the oracle saying he – a demi-god – would be the only one able to slay the sea serpent of Nereus.