Page 86 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

My Father

I had never met him,

but I knew him from

the shape of his face and nose.

They were just like mine.

I resembled him

more than my mother.

Now he was nothing but a body

among hundreds of other

gigantic bodies.

He was drawn up against

the inner wall of the cavern

held by thick, adamantine chains.

His blood flowed into

the veins of the mountain,

and turned the whole of it

into the colour of ichor.

No one ever asked

what made the mountain

shine like it was gold.

No one dared.

Because no one

really wanted to know.