Page 248 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Olympus Was Burning

When Hermes described this

he had failed to mention

the sheer scale of the carnage.

Red and gold blood caked the floor.

The Gods were immortal

but the giants were numerous

and only a few massive bodies lay

among the crumbling

marble of immaculately made

and once-seemingly invincible pillars.

Ares’s red storm was waning

and Zeus was high in the sky.

Athena looked to be tiring,

fighting them back from the altars

where the prayer-smoke was starting to die.

Without a moment lost,

I crawled forward to make way

for the army behind me,

and then carefully whispered

the words that would set

every single one of our torches alight.

‘ γενηθ?τω φ?? !

Let there be light!’