Rather dramatic title, isn’t it? And with me, it could mean any number of things. But in this instance, it’s a good thing. A big thing.
Ten years ago I dropped out of my PhD program. I was broken, exhausted, filled with a depression as thick as tar, and I had nothing left to give. The book I was writing for my doctorate was tucked into the ephemeral bottom drawer and left to gather the dust on every tear-stained letter.
And then…I wasn’t broken anymore. Life changed and I began moving forward again. I began to heal, to believe in my abilities, to see beyond the tar to a shore that held promise. I dug out the manuscript, blew off the theoretical dust, and dropped back into the journey. No stress, no pressure.
Tomorrow, that manuscript is officially being launched into the world. There’s even a hardback copy. And the reviews…talk about allowing me to breathe. The readers I know personally have been very kind, but as any writer with deeply ingrained imposter syndrome and limitless self-doubt knows, they’re only being nice…right? So we put the book on Netgalley where strangers can pick it up and read it on the proviso that they review it after… and those people don’t know me, so they don’t have to be nice.
But they have been. And isn’t that nice?
So. Medea, the fabled princess of the Jason and the Argonauts tale, is making her way into our world tomorrow. If you like mythology, mythological retellings, magic, mystery, and monsters, I hope you’ll check it out.
And thanks for being on this journey with me for all these years.
This is not the story of the woman you think you know. You know only the tales told through the ages. No, this is the story of a dangerous woman fighting for her freedom in a world dominated by cruel gods and ego-driven men…
In the house of King Aeetes on the shores of the Black Sea, Medea plays with gods in the forest as visions of a dark future haunt her. Descendant of Helios and daughter of sea nymph Idyia, Medea holds the kind of power meant for the heroes of the epics, the heroes who have yet to arrive in the world. But as a woman, her place is decided by the men around her. Until Jason and his Argonauts arrive, bringing with them the winds of change and the goddess’s voice ringing out of Medea’s lips.
Sacrifices. Politics wrapped in layers of deceit, blood, and ego. Gods with their own agendas not meant for mortal flesh.
Magic. Monsters. Love. Who will Medea become in her desperate search for freedom?
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