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Jennifer Saint Biography

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“She wonders where they see her - in rebellious wives, she hopes, in the iron souls of powerful queens, in resilient girls who find the strength to keep going. Even when they no longer worship at her altars, she won’t disappear. The mortals that determine their own lives, and she will carry on. Immortal and ageless, reinvented a thousand times, remade for a thousand narratives, throneless and wandering, but forever the ruler of her own destiny.”

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“Asterion,' she told me. 'It means star.' Asterion. A distant light in an infinity of darkness. A raging fire if you came too close. A guide that would lead my family on the path to immortality. A divine vengeance upon us all. I did not know then what he would become. But my mother held him and nursed him and named him and he knew us both. He was not yet the Minotaur. He was just a baby. He was my brother.”

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“When Athens loses its hold on its empire, Hera still sees Athena: a grey-feathered owl tilting its head in the town square where men debate philosophy and rationality, striving for sense and understanding; or else a flash of silver in the eyes of someone stacking another roll of papyrus in the public library, the teacher calling his students to lessons, or the woman demonstrating how the loom works to her attentive daughter. At the lush, rolling vineyards, she sometimes thinks she spots the laughing eyes of Dionysus in a jovial winemaker selling his wares. In the forests, she's convinced she catches a flash of Artemis, running in pursuit of a stag, or else she recognises her determined jawline in a defiant girl. In smoky forges, where blacksmiths wipe the sweat from their brows, she feels the patience of Hephaestus; and she is certain that Ares still runs wild on the battlefields, filling every fighter's heart with his destructive rage. Hestia is there, of course, in every kindly friend, at every welcoming hearth. She wonders where they see her - in rebellious wives, she hopes, in the iron souls of powerful queens, in resilient girls who find the strength to keep going.”

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Book:Hera
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“I despised my father, of course I did. The thought of presenting myself to him, of him thinking that my deeds could reflect on him was repulsive, that he thought what I would do would be a substitute for the son he'd never had, that he imagined that I would go back and take that place. I flung the thin woolen blankets aside, thinking I would set out into the darkness, out run my anger until I was gasping and breathless. But somehow, my feet took me to Parthenopaeus..”

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“My father had wanted me here for a reason. I'd come here to discover what I could take, how my blood could benefit me at last. But of course, he had his own intentions and it didn't seem he was going to reveal them until he was satisfied that I was really his daughter, that I would prove useful to him...I'd never met anyone related to me before. It'd crossed my mind that maybe there would be some kind of pull, but I felt nothing ...”

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“Los dioses no conocen el amor porque no pueden imaginar el final de nada que les guste. Sus pasiones no arden con tanta intensidad como las de un mortal porque tienen todo lo que desean para el resto de la eternidad. ¿Cómo van a valorar o atesorar algo? Para ellos todo es una diversión pasajera y cuando se cansan, encuentran otra, y otra, y otra hasta el final de los tiempos. Sus héroes no conocen el amor porque solo valoran lo que pueden medir: las montañas que construyen con los huesos de sus enemigos, los tesoros que ganan y los versos inmortales que se entonan en su nombre. Solo ven la fama y son ciegos a las recompensas que únicamente la vida humana puede ofrecer y que ellos apartan como si fuera basura. Son todos dementes”

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Book:Ariadne
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“I am sorry—I know that what you shared was not like other gods and humans.’ ‘It was not. But how would you know that it was not, with everything that you have seen? I want to tell you how it is different, so that you understand.’ Caught up in the joy, my fears and my doubts were a current tugging at me from underneath, but I pushed them down. For now at least, I would not think of them. I would let him talk and hope, this time, that his words would convince me.”

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Book:Ariadne
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