Page 100 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

The Fields of Asphodel

had become my favourite place to visit.

I knew that the mist felt dull to some,

but to me, it was mysterious.

I knew that the lavender in the fields

only added to the grey of the mist,

but flowers signalled a form of life.

Perhaps I was simply fascinated

by the waiting people

who walked into this place.

They would awaken confused here.

Sometimes they would stop to ask me

where they were, and tell me their story.

Like the woman who was once queen

until her husband and his lover poisoned her,

but she had died leaving a curse over them.

Or the man who escaped wolves

by singing them to slumber

only to step on a sleeping adder.

Death truly was a great equalizer.

For where else could you find a king

and a fisherman playing cards together?

Asphodel taught me that the Gods

may be eternal but mortals

have the very best of stories.