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“I transformed Medusa,' Athena continued, 'so that she would have protection against all those who would try to harm her.' 'That's bullshit. You didn't give her a choice, did you?' Lore bit back. 'And now history remembers her as a villain who deserved to die.' 'No. That is what men have portrayed her as, through art, through tales. They imagined her hideous because they feared to meet the true gaze of a woman, to witness the powerful storm that lives inside, waiting. She was not defeated by my uncle's assault. She was merely reborn as a being who could gaze back at the world, unafraid. Is that not what your own line did for centuries, staring out from behind her mask?”

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Alexandra Bracken
Alexandra Bracken

Alexandra Bracken is an American author recognized for her contributions to young adult fiction. Born on February 27, 1987, she has become well-known for her novels that blend fantasy and romance elements, offering captivating stories to young readers. more

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