Athena Preorder Blitz

Eva Pohler
Mar 4, 2024
5 min read

Thank you to Silver Dagger Tours for organizing this amazing preorder blitz and giveaway for my upcoming release, Athena: Gods and Monsters: Book One.

About the Book

Even the wise can be fools in love . . .

She grows up in the belly of her oppressive father, where she watches her mother build her armor and hatches plans for escape. Once freed, she becomes her father's favorite--a loyal subject, warrior, and advocate who stands by her father even when her favorite is sentenced for treason and chained to a rock, where his liver is eaten daily by Zeus's eagle. Then, her hopes for a reunion with Prometheus are crushed when he disappears, and years of searching prove futile. With a hardened heart, Athena becomes a powerful leader of the Olympians.

But when Prometheus returns from the shadows, her loyalties are challenged, her heart stirs with unquenchable passion, and her immortal life is forever changed.

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Excerpt

Chapter One: Escape

Warm blood cradled her, though it would be many days before she would have the words to comprehend it.

I am inside my mother’s womb.

It was cozy, warm, and soft. She stretched her arms, turned, and closed her eyes, but before she had

fallen back to sleep with her knees pressed against her cheeks, a deep voice rang out in a threatening roar.

Her mother’s voice, calm and quiet, followed. “I will not destroy the babe.”

“Metis, you must, if you love me.”

That was her mother’s name—Metis.

“I will not.”

A pressure disturbed her cradle, followed by sudden jerks of movement and her mother’s wail. She

clenched her tiny fists and uncoiled herself, ready to spring into action. She flattened her feet against her mother’s backbone.

Her mother’s screams unnerved her. For many hours, she listened to the distressing sounds and felt

her mother flailing against her prison.

“Let me out of here!” Metis cried repeatedly.

Once her mother’s cries had subsided and all had gone still, she put her hand against her mother’s

belly. It was warm and firm. “Mother? Are you well?”

Her mother flinched with surprise.

“Mother? Metis?”

Warm hands pressed the belly from the other side. “I am here, child. All is well.”

The sound of something scratching woke her from her slumber. She stretched her tiny fists. “Mother?

What are you doing?”

“Tearing splinters from your father’s ribs.”

Her eyes opened wide, warm fluid coating them. “Why? How?”

“Your father, Zeus, is the king of the Olympians. He swallowed me because of a prophecy that I

would give him a son who would one day unseat him.”

“I am not a son. I am a daughter, I believe.”

“Yes, I believe it, too. My only concern now is setting you free. I shall weave armor for you from

these splinters and find a way to get you out.”

“I like it here.”

“For now,” her mother said. “But you are growing, and soon there will be little room. You will

become restless and bored, and you will long for something more than this. I must prepare for that day.”

“Mother?”

“Yes?”

“I like my name. Thank you for it.”

“You are welcome, my precious child. And now, I want to exercise your mind with a riddle.”

Athena smiled, ready for the challenge.

Her mother began, “Imagine that your father gifts me with a beautiful pear tree. If the main trunk

has twenty-four branches, and each branch has twelve boughs, and each bough has six twigs, and each twig bears one piece of fruit, how many plums can the tree produce in one growing season?”

Athena put her finger in her mouth. After a moment, she removed the finger and said, “The tree can

bear 1,728 pieces of fruit.”

Metis pressed her hands against her belly. “How wise of you to put it that way, since a pear tree

would produce zero plums.”

“I thought you may have misspoken,” Athena explained.

“It was a trick. If you had said that the tree would produce 1,728 plums, you would have been wrong,

because pear trees cannot produce plums, but because you said, ‘pieces of fruit,’ you bested me, the goddess of counsel!”

Despite the many riddles her mother told her to pass the time, Athena soon outgrew her cradle and felt

suffocated by it.

“Let me out of here,” she said one day.

“You must find your own way out. I will help as much as I can.”

Athena searched for an opening and found one. Her mother bore down as Athena squeezed through,

first her head and then the rest of her. When she was free at last, she found herself in another cradle not much bigger than the one she had left, made smaller by the presence of her mother.

Metis embraced her. “Well done, my precious child. When you are stronger, you must do that again.”

“Will you follow me?” Athena asked, still wrapped in her mother’s arms. She pressed her ear against

her mother’s bosom and was comforted by the sound of her beating heart.

“It is not my destiny. It is yours.”

Athena’s stomach formed a knot, and tears pooled in her eyes. She would never leave her mother.