Page 37 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Comfort Is a Peculiar Thing

No one teaches you how to find comfort

when all you have known is running, fear,

the collapsing walls of a once-palace,

where the only source of true stability

and love you have ever had is your mother.

And when she is ripped from you,

there is nothing anyone can tell you

that will bring you that strange emotion.

Comfort is for children who have not known war. Comfort is for children who have not been

left in dark places with strangers.

What Styx just told me gave me no comfort or joy.

All it told me was that my mother

was chased so far

that she finally ran out of land to run on.

The only place she had left was the ocean.

The only thing she could do as a Goddess, to get away from the cruelty of Gods, was turn herself into something

they would never want to possess.

An unwelcoming island in a stormy sea.