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

“I'm glad too, although I had some help in that department, but we shouldn't worry about that right now,” replied Chilonis. 


“What help? Was it the healer? She told me you were a goner—” 


“Little sister! Focus! They're people trying to kill us, we need a strategy. We need it now.” 


Chilton was flustered. “I'm so sorry that I'm happy my sister survived a coma, next time my heart won't beat for joy” she said, with a hint of sarcasm. 


“We'll talk about that later. For now here's what we'll do, you distract Helena, I'll deal with the witch, she's mine . . . Do you understand?” asked Chilonis, her voice showed no emotions still. 


Chilton nodded in ecstatically, it wasn't long before she looked towards Helena, then bellowed “Helena! You sick sorry excuse for a mother, why don't you come get me or are you afraid of being beaten to a pulp?” 


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