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 other sun at the right was a lot smaller than the remaining, it seemed to gleam a reddish radiance, blinking infrequent light in little sequences. The white clouds held tiny specks of gems that shimmered and refracting different colors of light, making it seem orangey in one part of the forest, while another part looked reddish, but the whitish glow of the conventional sun still plummeted to the grounds in volumes. 


“Welcome to Sanul Gaia!” bellowed Sylva theatrically, like an on stage magician. “Whoa!” was all Joanne could conjure from her lips. 


Suddenly, a giant; huge, pale and ugly made its way over trees in long strides before it walked over Joanne and Sylva’s heads, causing vibrations and minor tremors on grassed grounds as it did, the giant didn’t seem to see them as it strolled away. 


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