روايات وقصص ضمن Greek Myth Books For Young Adults

" she looked at me, her eyes glossy. I sighed. Then she looked like she had remembered something all of a sudden andgotup and walked to the dining table to retrieve something from her bag. I turned to look at the fireplace and saw that there was a lighter next to it, maybe I could light it up later on. Latifah came back to me with five books in her hands. She handed them to me. "I hope you like Percy Jackson." she told me while I stared at the books. It was a series. I looked at their covers. #1 Percy Jackson, The lightening thief. #2 Percy Jackson, The sea of monsters. #3 Percy Jackson, The Titan's curse. #4 Percy Jackson, The Labyrinth. And #5 Percy Jackson, The Last Olympian. I stared at

I can smell his apple and spice sent. “Whatcha reading?” Brighton asks. “I found a book on mythology. It’s funny to read about all of the gods.” I tell him. I have been reading it for a few hours now, and I have actually laughed out loud at some parts. Reading about some of the gods and how they acted is hilarious. If they only knew and saw what I have seen they would have to rethink their beliefs in the gods. What got to me is that I have never heard of or seen the triplets in any books. Even when we learned about this in school, they were never mentioned. I asked Athena about this when she came for a visit about a week or so ago.

Nicodemus replied before taking a seat opposite him. "No doubt sire." The young boy's face curved into a smile. "Is that The Immortal Tribrid you're reading??" Nicodemus asked. The boy nodded sharply. "Written by Greece...." Nicodemus continued but was quickly interrupted by the boy. "Greece Deucalion!. He his a very famous writer and he's one of my favorite!" Nicodemus observed how lit the face of this boy was. "Actually..." Nicodemus came Closer. "This favorite writer of yours is my close friend."

Cautiously she picked the book up, ‘Rules For Immortals’ She read out loud and sat in the chair opening the first page she began to read and was soon engrossed. In the shadows her Mother watched her eyes soft with love, ‘With eighteen years Your time is come Enchantress rise Thy powers hard won Girl to woman Memories held deep The locket will open No tears to weep The spell now broken All locks are open Find your Beast Beauty Love’s kiss your only duty’

'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me. ''You love books, don't you?'' He commented as he weaved his way through shelf after shelf of books, following Lachesis. ''No, just mythological books,'' I replied ''The underworld is the source of all mythological books and stories.'' Hades huffed. ''Are you not serious?'' I asked in disbelief. ''Do you know the myth of Cerberus?'' He asked. ''Of course. He's the Greek hellhound. It's one of the most famous myths'' I replied.

Most of the pages in the front were smudged too terribly to read anything but once it became legible, I started to shake with happiness. It was a story book! Eagerly I began reading the first story that wasn't destroyed. MY mouth dropped open in wonder at this finding. It was a shadow elf storybook, and a very old one. Page after page I flipped through the words absorbing every word that I could. The stories were full of ghastly creatures similar to the ghoulcat and the heroes of ancient Gwathendor who fought them. And their lady loves that they saved along the way. Soon enough I was hunched over the bed with the little book in my lap and my head in the clouds.

"Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it's a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis." "Who and who?" "These sea monsters..." She used her left hand to trace the full-sleeve piece on her right arm. "Scylla and Charybdis from Homer's 'Odyssey.'" "Feel free to judge me for what I'm about to say, but the Homer I'm most familiar with is the yellow cartoon character from Springfield." Laughing, she called me 'cute'—but 'ignorant' would've been more apt in my opinion. "No worries. Like I love reading, but an Ancient Greek epic poem isn't my cup of tea. Only reason I picked it up was because..."

“Didn’t you just win that reading badge last week?” That earned a small grin. “Yeah. For reading the longest book in the class.” Willow’s eyes lit. “That’s amazing! What book?” Andrea hesitated. “It was... a Greek mythology one. It's about Alcestis, the wife of Admetus.” The way she pronounced ‘Alcestis’ was so prideful. I could never pronounce that on a first trial.

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.