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

“Travel? . . . Where in the realms am I traveling to, mother? I just want to sleep without you doing another stupid thing to Me. . . ” said Tiki, before pulling his satin sheets over his face, he felt tired and weary, the girls had really worn him out the night before, and alcohol didn’t help matters too, it made his head feel heavier than his entire body, he just needed more of a tiny bit of sleep. 


“Lack of ambition . . . That's what you have I tell you, all you do is to sleep around, having sex with different girls, like you're some kind of prostitute,” replied Pantea Arteshbod, before she yanked the sheets away from her son, she meant business this time, she wasn’t taking any prisoners. 


“Did you just call me a prostitute, mother? . . . Yeah, that's fair mother, feel free to judge me. But no one dares to judge you, while you shut your doors and play with yourself, till your screams fill up the entire palace,” said Tiki, with a hint of mockery in his voice. 


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