Allow me to compel you into realms of my imagination. Allow me to take you on a journey, to a world of goddesses and demigods, of monsters and evil Regents, of prophecies and heroines/heroes.

In the beginning was a world ruled by Men, which was filled with wars and death. The tribulations of the Mortal realms came to the attention of the Greek gods and goddesses. Zeus (King of the Heavens) held a meeting in Olympus to end the sufferings of the mortals. But the devious Hera (Queen of the heavens) blamed Man for the destruction of the mortal realm. And when the gods were against it, Hera connived with other goddesses to make an elixir that transferred dominance to Women, causing a paradigm shift across the mortal realms. Then the goddesses dwelled in the mortal realms to teach and create fantastical cities, that is, until they vanished to the heavens. Then millions of years passed as mortals flourished in peace, before dark forces began rising.

A generation of teenagers: Chilton and Chilonis, Tiki and Rode, Lozen and Joanne are all descendants or legacies of these goddesses, who are determined to roam the perilous cities and battle evil and participate in a competition called the Heraen games: where the winners who find the ‘Urn of Nike’ lives and the losers die.

‘Daughters of Hera: legacies of goddesses’ is a YA/NA dark fantasy that combines Greek mythology with world building, and multi-characters, which would appeal to a broad audience among fans of George R. R Martin’s ‘Game of Thrones’ and Rick Riordan’s ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’ series respectively.

Daughters of Hera

The atmosphere became still, dust particles danced around in the sun-rays that penetrated the room, through the open windows, but its effect was wasted on Chilonis, who was harbouring an outrage, feeling it rile up inside of her uncontrollably. 


“I'll ask again.” a frightful frown was clearly visible on Chilonis's face. “Where is my sister?” 


The weird girl chuckled loudly, her laughter was nerve wrecking and infuriating, like that of a cackling hyena. “You think I am afraid of you, angry? . . . How can a mother be afraid of her child?—” 


“You're not my mother! My mother is Arachidamia II, Regent of Potnia—” 


“Oh! Spare me the details. There’s a lot I know about her, for she is my child too . . . I see your eyes are blind to the truth in front of you. And pertaining your other question, your sister is on a vengeful mission, she’s nearly up the forested hill at this moment,” said the weird girl, whimsically. 


Thirty-two