“Within a week of the girl's sacrifice, the clouds above Ólympus had broken up and spread south. Soon, a steady rain fell upon the plains and mountainsides, producing just enough downfall to fill the wells and cisterns but not ruin the crops. The natives, who had been appalled at the sacrifice, were overjoyed. Embers of hatred and fear still smoldered in their eyes, but there was also, now, a flicker of respect.” JarringWords That Burn Into Your Brain Book:Zeus: A Journey Through Greece in the Footsteps of a God Source: Zeus: A Journey Through Greece in the Footsteps of a God