As a mythology lover, and as a historian, I have no words to say just how much I want this book. The Trojan war seen and lived through the eyes of its women. Brilliant. Sing, Muse, sing their song of sacrifice… I have goosebumps.
The book is Song of Sacrifice (Homeric Chronicles, #1) by Janell Rhiannon, an Adult, Fantasy, Historical that will release on December 26th but you can pre-order. And that book for 99 cents… really, you just have to.
The heart of the Trojan War belongs to the women.
Mothers and daughters; wives and war prizes, whisper to us across time…
…remember our songs alongside the mighty men of myth.
As the Age of Heroes wanes, the gods gamble more fiercely with mortals’ lives than they ever have before. Women must rely on their inner strength and cunning to survive the wars men wage for gold and glory.
Clytemnestra of Mycenae struggles for control of her life after Agamemnon ruthlessly rips it apart. Leda of Sparta survives a brutal assault by Zeus, shouldering a terrible secret in silence. Penelope raises Ithaka’s sole heir alone, praying for Odysseus’ swift return. Thetis, the sea nymph, despairs of her son’s destiny and resorts to forbidden magic to save him. Hecuba of Troy mourns the loss of her second son to a dark prophesy. And Shavash of Pedasus prepares her daughter to marry the greatest warrior who ever lived.
In a world where love leads to war and duty leads to destruction, the iron hearts of heroines will conquer all.
Sing, Muse, sing their song of sacrifice…
Replaces Song of Princes as the first book in the Homeric Chronicles.
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~ A word from the Author ~ The Homeric Chronicles is an epic saga spanning many years and kingdoms between Greece and Troy. It’s Greek Mythology (historical fantasy) for adults due to language, sex, and violence.
Song of Sacrifice (available 12/26/2018) is the first book in the series, followed by Rise of Princes (available 3/1/2019).
Each chapter orients the reader by geographic place and sequence. The first book was named for all the sacrifices the Greek and Trojan woman made for the sake of their families and the gods.
SEVENTEEN, sacrifice of Cassandra
(**trigger warning for chapter 17** non-consensual sex/rape. It is not glamorized, but illustrates the power difference between a mortal and a god.)
HECUBA ARRANGED HER daughter’s long, dark tresses into braids beaded with gold and tied with silver cords. She’d known this day would arrive and rip the fragile joy from her heart. I am losing another child to Apollo … “Stand my sweet girl.”
“Yes?” Hecuba said, as she wrapped the golden belt of coins around her daughter’s hips, arranging the soft pleats to perfection.
Placing a soft hand on her mother’s, she squeezed her fingers gently. “Were you thinking of him just now?”
Hecuba’s hands never stopped arranging Cassandra’s gown. “Who, my dear?”
“Mother, you know who I mean.”
Without meeting her daughter’s inquiring gaze, Hecuba stood.
“The Forgotten Prince,” Cassandra spoke aloud the only name she knew for the brother she’d never known.
Hecuba’s regal bearing straightened. “No.”
“Mother, I can feel your sadness.”
Sighing in defeat, the queen’s shoulders relaxed. “Apollo’s snake made you too wise for one so young.” Recalling the sight of her beautiful twins entwined with a giant snake licking at their ears, Hecuba shuddered. As horrified as she was, it was more frightening to think that now she would have to turn her daughter over to the god. The union with the snake had sealed their fates as seers. There was no turning back. Apollo had spoken.
“I will pray that the god answers your prayers,” Cassandra said.
“What prayers can bring the dead to life? Not even the gods have that power. The dead are to dust and their souls to Hades.”
“I will pray that your sadness is lifted. That you will smile and be happy.”
Hecuba shook her head. “Pray for no such thing, daughter. Grief is the only way left for me to love him. My heart aches for the loss of that sweet face.” Clutching at her breasts, a tear slid down her cheek. “These still ache because I only briefly suckled him. No, dearest daughter, don’t pray that my grief is lifted. I need it to survive.”
“As you wish it, Mother.”
“This morning is your day. No more unhappy words. Let’s rejoice in your joining the order of the god. Are you frightened?”
“A little,” Cassandra admitted.
Hecuba embraced her daughter. She inhaled the sweet essence of her hair and the gentle shoulders of a girl not yet a woman. Tears stung the queen’s heavily kohl-lined eyes, clinging stubbornly to her lower lashes. She pulled back, holding her daughter’s shoulders in each hand. “I’ve never been more proud of you than this day. I think I have not loved you so much as this moment.”
“I’m glad I make you proud, Mother.”
The queen took her daughter’s face between her hands and met her eyes. “No matter where the god leads you, where this journey takes you, I will always remember my little Cassandra splashing in the fountain, giggling with me at noon naps, and her sweet, gentle kisses on my cheek. Know this, my love. And forget it not. Forget me not.”
“I’ll remember. I promise.”
In graduate school, Janell focused on the ancient history of Greece and Rome. Hooked by the “sword and sandal” world, she studied everything she could about mythology and Alexander the Great.
The Homeric Chronicles series is dedicated to merging dozens of Greek myths, including Homer’s epics, with plays, history, and archaeology. Her intent is to raise the heroines’ voices equally alongside the heroes, opening up a traditionally male-focused genre to a female audience.
She lives in CA and enjoys spending time with her children and grandchildren. She has a pack of two big dogs and two cats.
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