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

“Okay. Will the ‘Immortals’ be coming with you?” asked Pantea Arteshbod, trying to change the topic, to better ease stiffened tensions. The ‘Immortals’ were a covert spy network controlled by Rode, their outreach extended to all cities and realms, bringing in whispers and silent truths; it held tremendous advantages in finding out anyone’s secrets. 


But Rode only grunted loudly, leaving the unanswered question to freeze in the air. 


The Regent became annoyed; she had to snuff out her daughter’s rudeness before it became too late. “I asked you a question, young lady.” she asked sternly. 


“Why do you care, mother?” barked Rode, her voice was whiny. “It's my group of spies not yours, must you always butt into my fucking business?!” 


The Regent suddenly felt nauseated, but she decided not to pursue the battle of words this early morning, “I just asked you a question, young lady. No need to get snappy at me,” 


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