The pieces began to fall into place.
And then Styx added,
‘Now imagine if Zeus found out
that a child of Titans had your
kind of power.’ Her voice dropped
to a soft whisper as though
even the walls of the palace
were listening, ‘What would happen
to you if they found out you
were a necromancer?’
So that is what I was.
Necromancer.
I Began to Understand
Styx refusing to allow me to talk
to the dead or other immortals.
Pallas forbidding Thanatos
from speaking to me.
The way the boy’s dog
rose to life at my touch.
Why I loved the mortal dead
in the Asphodel Fields with their stories.
Pallas was speaking softly now,
his voice distant in my haze.
‘The capacity to bring the dead
back to life is something even Hades
does not possess, and neither does
Thanatos, who is death itself.
If Zeus found out…’
He did not finish his sentence.
‘This is why we had to keep it,
