Something about his words
made me draw my hand back.
It seemed to me
that anything unpredictable
was named dangerous
by Gods and men alike.
But the word ‘unpredictable’
seemed reserved
for women alone.
‘A woman they cannot control,
whether Goddess or mortal,
is a dangerous woman.’
My mother once told me this.
I was beginning to understand precisely
what she meant by those words.
But there was something else.
Something within Charon’s words.
If the Moirai were above Gods,
would they know every God
and mortal’s destiny
and what they were here for?
‘I Thought I Said No Visitors, Hekate’
Charon and I both turned to see Styx
… but something was wrong.
Pallas had a protective arm around her
and she rested her head on his shoulder.
‘We bring news,’ he said quietly,
and for a terrible moment, I thought
that Styx may cry. Instead, she moved
her head from his shoulder and said,
