Rhea Quotes

The world is full of shitheads, Rhea. Don’t listen to them—listen to me. And I know that Lou is one of those shitheads. But I listen.

Oh, my dear! I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else! My name is Rhea Silvia. I was the mother to Romulus and Remus, thousands of years ago. But you’re so kind to think I look as young as the 1950s.

WE ARE THE KOURETES!" one shouted at the top of his lungs "WE WILL HELP!" "Thank you," Rhea said, "Do you have to speak so loudly?" "THIS IS MY INSIDE VOICE!" the warrior yelled.

Queen Vasilisa Sabina Rhea Dragomir, first of her name.

You’re mine,” she whispered. “As long as you’ll have me.

I mean you're cute, but not that cute. Would Rhea really risk life in a maximum security detention unit just so that she could press herself against your manly body?

Rhea had learned everything she knew about hate from her encounters with this swan. 

One day his mom, Rhea, came to visit on her chariot pulled by lions. 'Zeus,' she said, 'you need a summer job.

Driving east, I'm not sure what we're running from. Evie or the police of Mr. Baxter or the Rhea sisters. Or nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up, getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if by running we won't have to get on with our lives.

What’s going to happen?” asked Rhea.  “I was a witch, not a fortune teller,” said Maria testily. “No one knows what’s going to happen.

Get on your knees, Ace! --Rhea

Kronos had seen by now that his wife was expecting and he readied himself for the happy day when he could consume the sixth of his children. He was taking no chances.

Easy for you to say," Polly said. "You've lived here all your life and stayed under the radar. No one points at you." "Sometimes small children point at my butt," Aunt Rhea said. "But that's just on account of all the fried chicken.

Rhea followed, because when your future husband is a mad sorcerer, following a hedgehog sometimes seems like a good option.

Meanwhile, in the throne room, Rhea threw an Oscar-worthy tantrum. She screamed and stomped her feet and called Kronos all kinds of unflattering names. “RO-O-CCCKY!” she wailed. “NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!

it is all clearer now than it was then. Rhea would say it is the vivid fabrications of an ageing mind. More likely, though, it is the clarity that comes from ageing - from the natural process of releasing the mind from imagined futures, and allow the present and paste to take their rightful place at the centre of our attention. The past is palpable to Sheldon now, in the way the future is to the young. It is either a brief curse or a gift before oblivion.

Hera thinks of the maternal line: Gaia, Rhea and now Hera. The goddess who created the world, the goddess who nurtured it and the goddess who will protect it. But stronger than that line is its dark twin: Ouranos, Cronus and Zeus, who only care for what they can take.

The cave floor rumbled. A large stone emerged from the dirt-a smooth, oval rock exactly the same size and weight as a baby god... She wrapped the stone in swaddling clothes and gave the real baby Zeus to the nymphs to take care of... She marched right up to King Cannibal and shouted, "This is the best baby yet! A fine little boy named, uh, Rocky!

It is sometimes easier to be punished for something than it is to be a victim of random cruelty. As long as Ingeth can tell herself that her voice was taken from her because she committed some sin, then she has some control of it, you understand? Otherwise it was simply a terrible thing that happened. And if terrible things are allowed to happen to people that don’t deserve them, then the world is terrible and random and cruel. Which it is,” she added, pointing the spoon in Rhea’s direction, “but there’s not much comfort in that.” There

Rhea, paired with Cronus as Titaness of the seventh day, may be equated with Dione, Diana, the Triple-Goddess of the Dove and Oak cult.

Rhea wondered if she should be annoyed, and decided the potatoes were much more important. “Oh,

It was still white, and it still glowed under the moon, and the cobbles were still as rounded as old skulls, and the leaves still looked like splashes of blood across the stones, but Rhea felt better. She was still going somewhere terrible, but she had a hedgehog, dammit.

My advice to you, Joe, is to pick up a damn shovel, clean up whatever shit you can and learn how to shut your fucking mouth while you still have all of your teeth and can breathe through your nose.

Gender affects everybody, so whether you're trans or not, gender is fucking you up. -Jac, 2013

Halfway down, Eric stopped and stared at her, an awestruck look in his eyes. “What is it?” she asked. “Your hair. Even in moonlight . . . it looks like sunshine. I’d never have to go outside again if I was with you.” She tugged him forward. “I think you hit your head in your heroic struggles.” “You were the heroic one,” Eric said, stepping around a rock bend. “Reminds me of the stories from Russia my grandmother used to tell me. You know any of them? Vasilisa the Brave?” “Nope. My family’s from Romania. Never heard of any Vasilisa.” Looking up, Rhea stare up at the sky thoughtfully. “But I kind of like that name.

With his supernatural vision he immediately spotted Rhea sitting near the shoreline, her legs stretched out in front of her. Unfortunately she had on clothing. Not that he'd expected her to be naked. Still, a dragon could dream.... After shifting to his human form he let his camouflage drop and headed toward her. Naked. He held onto his clothes, but didn't bother to put them on as he stalked across the sand. Nudity was no big deal to shifters but normally he clothed himself in front of females in socially appropriate situations. Now, the most primal part of him wanted Rhea to see all of him. To see what he had to offer her.

His heart lifted to a state approaching something like happiness, however, when he heard, unexpectedly, the sound of Rhea's low sweet voice humming gently to herself as she came up the slope towards the mountaintop. Loveliest sister and dearest wife! It was quite natural that she had been a little upset by his consumption of their six children, but she surely understood that he had had no choice. She was a Titan, she knew about duty and destiny.

Rhea had understood then why people need friends. They need to be seen and known, and accepted nonetheless. Oh, how she’d craved that unburdening

Thank you,” breathed Rhea. “Oh, thank you! I will never step on a slug again!” She could have sworn that the nearest slug turned its eyestalks toward her in reproach.

Rhea, Randell, Daen, and Brian all froze, their attention fixed on the candy bar hanging in midair, a foot from Rhea's face.

I have squandered away my father's political legacy...My personal life is in a mess...Can I turn the tables? - Rhea Malviya

Dragons loved treasure, that was not a myth about his kind, and Rhea was the greatest treasure of all.

The most possessive part of Conall didn't want another male to even look at Rhea.

The numerous moons of Saturn include Titan, Iapetus, Atlas, Prometheus, Hyperion, Tethys, Rhea, and Calypso.

six male, six female. The males were OCEANUS, COEUS, CRIUS, HYPERION, IAPETUS and KRONOS. The females, THEIA, THEMIS, MNEMOSYNE, PHOEBE, TETHYS and RHEA.

RHEA (incredulous): There is no "we". These are animals. LAVIANA (smiling): We are women. We are both

My mother raised me not to push other people down wells,” said Rhea. “It’s surprisingly easy, if you don’t get into the habit of it. What happens now?

Eros was double-sexed and golden-winged and, having four heads, sometimes roared like a bull or a lion, sometimes hissed like a serpent or bleated like a ram. Night, who named him Ericepaius and Protogenus Phaëton, lived in a cave with him, displaying herself in a triad: Night, Order, and Justice. Before this cave sat the inescapable mother Rhea playing on a brazen drum, and compelling man’s attention to the oracles of the goddess. Phanes created earth, sky, sun, and moon, but the triple-goddess ruled the universe, until her sceptre passed to Uranus.

Rhea shot up from her pillow, arms extended in front of her, and screamed. Pillows and stuffed animals launched off her bed as if they feared for their lives. In a matter of seconds it was over.

She’d been grateful to Rhea, for her honesty. Relieved by it, that someone as special and smart as Rhea’d had these same feelings. It’s lonely, being a grown-up. It feels like walking through life in a mask.

Rhea watched his stunned expression while they both tried to comprehend what had happened. A second later his knees buckled and he collapsed onto his face, blood running from his throat, soaking the ground around him.

Water from Saturn, vegetables and beef from the big mirror-fed greenhouses on Ganymede and Europa, organics from Earth and Mars. Power cells from Io, Helium-3 from the refineries on Rhea and Iapetus. A river of wealth and power unrivaled in human history came through Ceres.

Rhea, surrendering to Kronos, bore resplendent children: Hestia,* Demeter,* and gold-sandalled Hera, mighty Hades who lives under the earth, merciless of heart, and the booming Shaker of Earth, and Zeus the resourceful, father of gods and men, under whose thunder the broad earth is shaken.

On distant Luna, buildings rise seven miles high; there the Sovereign Consul, Octavia au Lune, rules with her Imperators and Praetors. The Ash Lord, who made the world of Rhea cinders, is her minion. She controls the twelve Olympic Knights, legions of Peerless Scarred, and Obsidians as innumerable as the stars.

It’s just a warning to all those little boys who try to holla at you.

It’s the day you became my best friend.

By the time your training is complete, you'll come on command my defiant queen.

I'd like to get to know you better.

Mit Holzkohle Bilder zeichnen. Dies ist der Mondgott. Dies ist ein Baum. Dies ist ein Mac-Lastwagen, der einen Jäger erlegt.

that is so VERY tempting. Too bad I’ve got bestie duties to take care of first. Raincheck? With a smile, I reply.

Being preoccupied is good.

Begging me already? So sweet. Do it again.

Stuart had in a masterly way screened Lee’s maneuvers in the Wilderness

What do you mean I can’t have my parasol back?” “Even if it wasn’t evidence, your umbrella has been illegally modified.” “Illegally modified? That’s reaching a bit, don’t you think, Officer?” Officer? Evidence? What? “Confiscating an umbrella with a spring-loaded twelve-inch spike on the end that maimed three men can hardly be called reaching, Ms. Sinclair.

Do you ever go back and reread books that you really love?” “Yes.” “And you know what happens, right? Even in the tragedies. Look, Romeo and Juliet manage a double suicide, Beth dies and Laurie marries Amy, Rhea leaves Scarlett… The point is that we already know it doesn’t work out, but we reread them anyway, because the good stuff that comes before the ending is worth it.

You don’t have to enjoy life, you simply have to do the best you can at it. Because every day you wake up and see yourself in the mirror, and that reflection is something you can never get away from. Not ever.

Oh my God.” Hazel tapped around the tablet with a trembling finger, shaking her head. “The internet is so vast, one of the greatest resources humankind has ever seen, but trust a man to go straight for the porn.

Indeed, in Proclus’ own interpretation of the Hellenic pantheon, the source of life for souls is seen more directly in Rhea, while the soul in its personal emergence is grasped through Persephone, who for Platonists embodies the soul’s descent, not into death, but embodied life.[19] Hekate’s special role in this process, I shall argue, is revelatory; and this is prefigured in her iconography, in which she typically bears twin torches.

North: The frieze from the north portion of the temple depicts the war against the Amazons. It shows a meeting between the Amazon and Greek warriors, with Hekate being the central figure sanctioning a pact. The position of her body in this particular frieze has been interpreted as being indicative that while she brought the sides together and sanctioned the pact, she sided with the legendary female warriors of Anatolia. East: The eastern frieze depicts scenes from the life of Zeus, including a version of his birth in which Hekate takes the role of midwife. She assists the goddess Rhea in swaddling the baby and protecting it from his father Kronos’ paranoid madness. West: The western side shows a version of the war against the Giants. Like that of the famous friezes of Pergamon, it depicts Hekate as fighting on the side of Zeus. South: The south side shows a selection of Carian deities gathering for a feast. This has been interpreted as a gathering for the Hekatesion or another significant festival. Here it is interesting to note that the front of the temple (East) depicted the birth of Zeus and the back his battle and victory over the Titans. These are pivotal points in Greek religious history, Zeus’ birth and his victory in the battle which enables him to ascend to the throne. At both these points, Hekate is present.

It is all clearer now than it was then. Rhea would say it is the vivid fabrication of an aging mind. More likely, though, it is the clarity that comes from aging—from the natural process of releasing the mind from imagined futures, and allowing the present and the past to take their rightful place at the center of our attention. The past is palpable to Sheldon now, in the way the future is to the young. It is either a brief curse or a gift before oblivion.

sometimes easier to be punished for something than it is to be a victim of random cruelty. As long as Ingeth can tell herself that her voice was taken from her because she committed some sin, then she has some control of it, you understand? Otherwise it was simply a terrible thing that happened. And if terrible things are allowed to happen to people that don’t deserve them, then the world is terrible and random and cruel. Which it is,” she added, pointing the spoon in Rhea’s direction, “but there’s not much comfort

Homer's Hymn to Venus Published by Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862; dated 1818. Verses 1-55, with some omissions. Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, Who wakens with her smile the lulled delight Of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings Of Heaven, and men, and all the living things That fleet along the air, or whom the sea, Or earth, with her maternal ministry, Nourish innumerable, thy delight All seek ... O crowned Aphrodite! Three spirits canst thou not deceive or quell:— Minerva, child of Jove, who loves too well Fierce war and mingling combat, and the fame Of glorious deeds, to heed thy gentle flame. Diana ... golden-shafted queen, Is tamed not by thy smiles; the shadows green Of the wild woods, the bow, the... And piercing cries amid the swift pursuit Of beasts among waste mountains,—such delight Is hers, and men who know and do the right. Nor Saturn's first-born daughter, Vesta chaste, Whom Neptune and Apollo wooed the last, Such was the will of aegis-bearing Jove; But sternly she refused the ills of Love, And by her mighty Father's head she swore An oath not unperformed, that evermore A virgin she would live mid deities Divine: her father, for such gentle ties Renounced, gave glorious gifts—thus in his hall She sits and feeds luxuriously. O'er all In every fane, her honours first arise From men—the eldest of Divinities. These spirits she persuades not, nor deceives, But none beside escape, so well she weaves Her unseen toils; nor mortal men, nor gods Who live secure in their unseen abodes. She won the soul of him whose fierce delight Is thunder—first in glory and in might. And, as she willed, his mighty mind deceiving, With mortal limbs his deathless limbs inweaving, Concealed him from his spouse and sister fair, Whom to wise Saturn ancient Rhea bare. but in return, In Venus Jove did soft desire awaken, That by her own enchantments overtaken, She might, no more from human union free, Burn for a nursling of mortality. For once amid the assembled Deities, The laughter-loving Venus from her eyes Shot forth the light of a soft starlight smile, And boasting said, that she, secure the while, Could bring at Will to the assembled Gods The mortal tenants of earth's dark abodes, And mortal offspring from a deathless stem She could produce in scorn and spite of them. Therefore he poured desire into her breast Of young Anchises, Feeding his herds among the mossy fountains Of the wide Ida's many-folded mountains,— Whom Venus saw, and loved, and the love clung Like wasting fire her senses wild among.

The Golds would prefer for us to forget history. And most of us have, or were never taught it. But I know how Gold rose to power hundreds of years ago. They call it the Conquering. They butchered any who contested them. Massacred cities, continents. Not many years ago, they reduced an entire world to ash—Rhea. The Ash Lord nuked it to oblivion. It was with Ares’s wrath that they acted. And now we are the sons of that wrath.” “Are you Ares?” I ask, voice hushed. Worlds. They’ve destroyed worlds. But Rhea is so much farther out from Earth than Mars. It’s one of Saturn’s moons, I think. Why would they nuke a world all the way out there?

According to Hesiod's Theogony, Rhea gives birth to the following children in this order: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus. Kronos swallows each of the first five deities, and Rhea is understandably consumed with grief. She consults her parents - Gaia and Ouranos, Earth and Heaven. They tell her to go to Crete to give birth to Zeus, the youngest of her children. Rhea gives birth and then plays a trick on Kronos: instead of giving him their youngest child to consume, she give him a rock, disguised as a baby. The inability to even register the difference between a god and a rock suggests that Kronos was not just a terrible father, but also an inattentive eater.

Do you know how rare life in the Universe really is? For every populated galaxy, we find dozens more incapable of supporting life. Whenever we encounter a civilization that hadn’t reached the means to travel the stars and accept the existence of other life forms, we protect it and observe its evolution. It’s what’s at the very base of The Union.

Her planet’s beauty took her breath away, even with that green mist swirling around it. Her throat was suddenly dry and she tried to swallow past the lump formed there, pushing her sadness away. She wanted to remember this view forever, Earth as it was, and keep it bound to her with unbreakable restraints, wherever in the universe she may end up in.

The others great Kronos swallowed, as each of them reached their mother’s knees* from her holy womb. His purpose was that none but he of the lordly Celestials should have the royal station among the immortals. For he learned from Earth and starry Heaven that it was fated for him to be defeated by his own child, powerful though he was, through the designs of great Zeus. So he kept no blind man’s watch, but observed and swallowed his children. Rhea suffered terrible grief. But when she was about to give birth to Zeus, father of gods and men, then she begged her dear parents, Earth and starry Heaven, to devise a plan so that she could bear her child in secrecy and make Kronos pay her father’s furies* and those of the children he had been swallowing, great Kronos the crooked-scheming.

Is this the medship?” She asked next. When Zev shook his head and started to reply, she asked “Then why am I here?” He shifted in his chair. “We were hoping you might accept being part of an experiment.” And there it was, the other shoe has dropped. A chill ran down Eliza’s spine. “What experiment?” Zev put up his palms and started to wave them in the air. Eliza realized now it had to be the alien version of a calming gesture.

For long they had fought against each other in fierce combat, and the struggle gave them pain at heart, the Titan gods and those that were born of Kronos: the proud Titans from high Othrys,* and from Olympus the gods, givers of blessings, whom lovely-haired Rhea bore bedded with Kronos. They had been fighting each other continually now for ten full years, and the fight gave them pain at heart; and to neither side came solution or end of the bitter strife, and the outcome of the war was equally balanced. But when Zeus provided those allies with full sustenance, nectar and ambrosia, such as the gods themselves eat, and the proud spirit waxed in all their breasts, then the father of gods and men spoke to them: ‘Hearken to me, proud children of Earth and Heaven, and let me say what the spirit in my breast bids me. For long now we have been fighting each other for victory and power, day after day, the Titan gods and we who were born of Kronos. But now you must display your great strength and your terrible hands against the Titans in the fearful slaughter, remembering our faithful friendship, and how much you suffered before our decision brought you back into the light from your dismal bondage down in the misty darkness.

Our city teems with sons who have escaped their fathers in a similar way. Usually, this remains obscure. The Oedipal relation­ship is reduced to a malaise between individuals. The loss of esteem is inevitable, but people get along with one another. Moreover, I am troubled less by my background than by the respect that my old man demands on the basis of his paternity. He cites a credit that is not his due: the fact that fathers, rulers, professors once lived and deserved this name. Nowadays, that is nothing but a rumor. When he swaggers, I sometimes feel like reminding him of the map room and the tricks he harassed my mother with. She shel­tered me from him in her cavern just as Rhea shielded her Zeus against the gluttonous Cronus. Naturally, I avoid making this chess move; I am aware, here too, of imperfection, which torments me. There are truths that we must hush if we are to live together; but you cannot knock over the chessboard. I owe my restraint partly to Bruno, whose course also covers magical and even practical conduct. He said: "If the words are about to flee your lips, then reach toward the left side of your chest for your wallet. You will then save your joke; it will accrue to your capital. You will feel your heart." That is how I act with my dad. At such times, I am even over­come with benevolence. This is also my advice to Vigo when he wants to parry hateful criticism by giving tit for tat.

Gods in The Lost Hero Aeolus The Greek god of the winds. Roman form: Aeolus Aphrodite The Greek goddess of love and beauty. She was married to Hephaestus, but she loved Ares, the god of war. Roman form: Venus Apollo The Greek god of the sun, prophecy, music, and healing; the son of Zeus, and the twin of Artemis. Roman form: Apollo Ares The Greek god of war; the son of Zeus and Hera, and half brother to Athena. Roman form: Mars Artemis The Greek goddess of the hunt and the moon; the daughter of Zeus and the twin of Apollo. Roman form: Diana Boreas The Greek god of the north wind, one of the four directional anemoi (wind gods); the god of winter; father of Khione. Roman form: Aquilon Demeter The Greek goddess of agriculture, a daughter of the Titans Rhea and Kronos. Roman form: Ceres Dionysus The Greek god of wine; the son of Zeus. Roman form: Bacchus Gaea The Greek personification of Earth. Roman form: Terra Hades According to Greek mythology, ruler of the Underworld and god of the dead. Roman form: Pluto Hecate The Greek goddess of magic; the only child of the Titans Perses and Asteria. Roman form: Trivia Hephaestus The Greek god of fire and crafts and of blacksmiths; the son of Zeus and Hera, and married to Aphrodite. Roman form: Vulcan Hera The Greek goddess of marriage; Zeus’s wife and sister. Roman form: Juno Hermes The Greek god of travelers, communication, and thieves; son of Zeus. Roman form: Mercury Hypnos The Greek god of sleep; the (fatherless) son of Nyx (Night) and brother of Thanatos (Death). Roman form: Somnus Iris The Greek goddess of the rainbow, and a messenger of the gods; the daughter of Thaumas and Electra. Roman form: Iris Janus The Roman god of gates, doors, and doorways, as well as beginnings and endings. Khione The Greek goddess of snow; daughter of Boreas Notus The Greek god of the south wind, one of the four directional anemoi (wind gods). Roman form: Favonius Ouranos The Greek personification of the sky. Roman form: Uranus Pan The Greek god of the wild; the son of Hermes. Roman form: Faunus Pompona The Roman goddess of plenty Poseidon The Greek god of the sea; son of the Titans Kronos and Rhea, and brother of Zeus and Hades. Roman form: Neptune Zeus The Greek god of the sky and king of the gods. Roman form: Jupiter

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, And what we have been makes us what we are. GEORGE ELIOT, 1819—80

Lars is more than the mere product of his world, though. He has depths of kindness that Rhea feels she lacks in herself. She does not have his capacity for forgiveness. Her emotions and mind and self are more tightly wound, more intertwined in an eternal dialogue for meaning and purpose and expression. She has a compulsion to articulate and expound, to render the world explicable, if only to herself. Letting it be, moving through, submitting to silence - these are not her ways. They are for Lars. He comes to terms with humanity as it presents itself. He expresses himself not in a torrent of words and ideas and disruptions, revelations and setbacks, but through an ever-expanding capacity to face what comes next. To see it clearly. To say what needs to be said and then stop. What is for her an act of will is for Lars a process of life. (Norwegian by Night)

One by one she would cut through the orbits of Janus, Mimas, Enceladus, Tethys, Dione, Rhea, Titan, Hyperion... worlds bearing the names of gods and goddesses who had vanished only yesterday, as time was counted here.

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Social change happens when deeply felt private experiences are given public legitimacy

Without a skeleton, even the best human-resistance fighter would be a puddle of color and wasted life, and so would your web page. HyperText Markup Language (HTML) is that skeleton. It provides the structure for your web page and marks up that skeleton using elements.

I would fuck you, Rhea, and you would welcome me into your tight little body, begging me for more like a greedy slut.” I flinch at his words before I can stop myself, and his smirk is slow, vicious. “However, it depends if I want my cock in a hole that has probably had so many, because

You weren’t a bad fuck, Rhea.” He shrugs, tilting his head at me. “I wonder how many males have slipped between your thighs beforehand though. Is that how you became Alpha of this pack? You fucked the old one, and he had an unfortunate accident?” I jolt at his words. “You say bad shit happened here, yet I don’t see the cause of that bad shit. Only scared people and you opening your legs so easily to anyone willing to climb between them.” He tilts his head the other way. “Or is that lying, bitch mouth of yours still spewing bullshit and manipulating her own pack?” I’m frozen, wondering where this is coming from. What caused this change in him to make him so cruel? We have been at somewhat of a truce. I let him inside my body, and he wanted it. He came to me. Yet I let just anyone in? Why is he doing this now?

Persephone, Rhea, Ceres; Goddesses of the North. Hear my call and lend me strength from the Earth.” The wick flared and the flame turned a deep shade of amber. “Cardea, Aradia, Nuit; Goddesses of the East. Hear my call and lend me knowledge from the Air.” A bright white flame appeared, followed by red and blue as I called the next two elements. “Vesta, Hestia, Brigit; Goddesses of the South. Hear my call and lend me energy from the Fire. Isis, Aphrodite, Marianne; Goddesses of the West. Hear my call and lend me wisdom from the Water.

Neither Masten nor Rhea believes that clever packaging allows a company to put out a bad-tasting product. The taste of the product itself matters a great deal. Their point is simply that when we put something in our mouth and in that blink of an eye decide whether it tastes good or not, we are reacting not only to the evidence from our taste buds and salivary glands but also to the evidence of our eyes and memories and imaginations,

You are bleeding and I am aching. Your eyes are pleading. I see longing, regrets, and a silent, helpless cry. I want to save you, so, I run to you. But, you signaled me to stop. "What? But, why?" --I asked. And then it hit me... I am holding the knife.

Poor, confused, erratic Rhea could be the most dangerous regional in Gaea if confronted face to face

The tablets at Mount Sinai brought clarity to the fourth commandment, which the conscience only saw dimly.

She spent so much time internalizing that she seldom noticed what was going on above her. For that reason, Rhea the land was slowly going to hell.

High in the Dales one can find: Think of me as you pass by, As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, some day you’ll be, So now prepare to follow me. Someone, perhaps a night-duty policeman, had added the following: To follow you I’m not content, I do not know which way you went.

One day I hope to be strong enough to go back to see Rhea, in that very dark place she resides, and do what I can to get her in a position where she wants to be saved. I don't want Rhea to believe that things will get better only by her dying. Until then, her lesson is stark and unrelenting and holy: we're all just human beings, trying as hard as we fucking can.

I have loved you. Now, tell me… Haven’t I?

One of the saddest realities in life: Sometimes, no matter how much, how long, and how hard you love someone, it will always feel empty. Why? Because deep in your heart, you know you're not the one.

In clear weather, even the center of Rhea was as bright as an Earthly night with a full moon.

Keep looking at me like that, Rhea, and I’ll show you how I hunt and devour my prey.

The World Health Organization quotes research, which shows that continuous empathetic and physical support during labour results in shorter labour, less medication, fewer epidurals and operative deliveries and higher Apgar scores.

This crisis is not a sign that anything is going wrong. Far from it. In fact, it is usually a sign that everything is going brilliantly! If this is understood and women are well supported, then these crises usually don’t last long. However, these crisis moments are critical, pivotal moments, because the way they are resolved will affect the further course of the labour.

The next crisis may be experienced at about 1–2 cm dilation at the shift from pre- to early labour.

I’ve come to call this one the crisis of ‘mind calling’.

The next shift in intensity, which marks the progression from early labour to established labour (sometimes also known as active labour) at around 4–6 cm dilation, provides the next likely crisis—the crisis of ‘the body calling’.

Don’t hurt her,” Pen warned, her little face fierce. “If you do, I’ll sic Mary on you.” “I would never hurt her,” I said, and I meant it. The thought alone made my heart clench. After a short pause, I added, “Who’s Mary?” “Show him, Rhea.” A Victorian doll stared up at me from the screen with unblinking blue eyes. She had black hair, a frilly white dress, and a smile made of pure evil. It was the creepiest fucking toy I’d ever seen. “No need to call in Mary. I’m not a doll person, and like I said…” My tone gentled, turning serious. “I would never hurt Sloane. She means…” The world. “Too much to me.

Lord Crevan, smiling faintly. Rhea was starting to dislike that smile a lot. It was the smile of a man who found nothing funny and everything amusing.

The Theogony tells the origin story of the gods, the very beginning of Greek myth. Hesiod details the creation of the earliest powers – Chaos, Heaven, Earth – and then the gradual arrival of more familiar divinities: nymphs, giants, Titans. Gaia and Ouranos—Earth and Heaven – produce many children, including Kronos, who will be father to Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus. Their mother, the goddess Rhea, helps Zeus to overthrow Kronos, just as the latter had overcome Ouranos.

wooden framework with an audible sigh of relief.