Neon Gods

I suddenly, desperately want this winter never to end, want spring never to come, want to stay with her here forever.

“Crappy,” Hades echoes. The puppy nuzzles his chest and settles into his arms with a sigh. He strokes its head with a single finger like he’s afraid of hurting it. “It’s a terrible thing not to be wanted.”

There’s no way she’d leave us behind, and pining for a life that was no longer mine seemed a study in madness. Better, easier, to focus on the future

The easy way she says it makes me feel… She just flat-out makes me feel. A lot.

Zeus did this to him

I want him to writhe in pain around a blade of my crafting, to undermine his authority by slipping through his fingers to take up with his enemy.

Power is as much about perception as it is about the resources one has at their disposal.

It’s too much. It will never be enough.

“Exactly. What? What kind of threat is that? You’re worried about your floors?”

“They’re nice floors.”

Power is as much about perception as it is about the resources one has at their disposal.