Nico didn’t like to be touched, but somehow this brief contact with his father felt reassuring – the same way the Chapel of Bones was reassuring. Like death, his father’s presence was cold and often callous, but it was real – brutally honest, inescapably dependable.
~ Rick Riordan
Before me floats an image, man or shade,Shade more than man, more image than a shade;For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-clothMay unwind the winding path;A mouth that has no moisture and no breathBreathless mouths may summon;(Byzantium)
~ W.b. Yeats
For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod's everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.
~ John Wilmot
I will see you again,’ Hades promised. ‘I will prepare a room for you at the palace in case you do not survive. Perhaps your chambers would look good decorated with the skulls of monks.’ ‘Now I can’t tell if you’re joking.’ Hades’s eyes glittered as his form began to fade. ‘Then perhaps we are alike in some important ways.’ The god vanished.
Hades allowed himself the faintest smile, but there was nothing cruel in his eyes. ‘I can entertain the possibility that you acted for multiple reasons. My point is this: you and I rose to the aid of Olympus because you convinced me to let go of my anger. I would encourage you to do likewise. My children are so rarely happy. I … I would like to see you be an exception.’ Nico stared at his father. He didn’t know what to do with that statement. He could accept many unreal things – hordes of ghosts, magical labyrinths, travel through shadows, chapels made of bones. But tender words from the Lord of the Underworld? No. That made no sense.
It had to unleash some invisible magic, he thought; Hades and Persephone, joining together again within these black and holy stone walls, for the first time in millennia. As they indulged in enjoying one another, how could they not be reactivating some power within the Earth itself? Surely they were at least bringing autumn storm clouds rolling and thundering over the Mediterranean.But probably every boy felt that way when finally in bed caressing the girl he loved.
~ Molly Ringle
Do you have any idea how maddening it's been envisioning you in the lingerie that matches those shoes?... Corbin, I'm serious. I'm sure you are but that is my final offer. Take it or leave it and if you chose the latter, I will let this home sit empty and fall into disrepair until you finally come around. I closed my eyes and sighed, That's really not fair. Anything is fair when I'm trying my level best to get you to fall in love with me.... I kissed him gently on the lips and walked away from him but just as I reached the hall, I turned back to see him watching me. Oh, and if we're NOT playing fair, then maybe you should know I'm not wearing any underwear.
~ Brynn Myers
I woke in his arms and I knew I'd never be happier than I was in this moment. I watched his chest rise and fall as he slept peacefully next to me. As I relished in this tranquility, the sight of his body stirred me once again. My heart was attached and I knew I was ruined. It was a lesson I knew all too well, when you love, you hurt... they were two sides of the same coin.
It was never a good idea to laugh at a God as powerful as Hades. Although, the sight of him with cream-colored paint smeared in his raven dark hair and smudged on his nose was comical. Already went that route. Me bedroom ended up a nasty shade of chartreuse. Took me a whole week to do it again. Hades sniffed, rubbed his nose, and looked at the paint on his fingers. Damn it. It's in my hair, too, isn't it?
~ Casey Wyatt
I don’t know why it’s not universally acknowledged that looking back is a terrible idea. It only makes going forward that much harder.
~ Amanda Bouchet
I roll my eyes. Oh, the woe of being adored.Beta Sinta grins. It's a hard life.
Hermes visited him in the Underworld a few days before the spring equinox festival, cajoling Hades to come to it.Hades wandered across the fields with him, Kerberos limping along at his side. “No one wants the god of death at their fertility festival.”“Sure they do. I’ve heard plenty of girls sighing over your tasty darkness.”“Tasty darkness. Really.
Provided there is a church which proclaims the mutual humanity and deity of the Lord Jesus Christ, evil will never be able to bring it to the point of attrition.
~ James Mikołajczyk
I am the god of dreams, but not even I would dream of speaking for Hades,” Morpheus replied with a mischievous look in his eyes. “But if I had to guess, I would say it’s because he knows how destructive his little brother is. Hades, unlike most of the other gods, cares for mortals and doesn’t want to see them at war. Probably because he has to tend their souls when they die. He has had to judge millions of souls and that has given him a strong sense of justice. Leaving you to fight Zeus with no training is something he would consider unjust.
~ Josephine Angelini
But the thought of New Zealand instantly sent her mind to Watson, the possibly-Australian, possibly-Kiwi, definitely paranormal young fellow with videos of dead guys on his phone.
Stars are tragic. Most of the stars are nothing but reminders of love gone horribly wrong, or men challenging the gods.
~ Kaitlin Bevis
The gateway to the underworld is seen as part antiquity and part theatre. Welcome to the lower depths.
~ Peter Ackroyd
...even the goddess Persephone is happy, if only for half each year.
~ C.f. Joyce
Why kill two birds with one stone? I go for the whole nestI am not satisfied with my work unless someone’s a bloody mess
~ Justin Bienvenue
What-what do you want? Annabeth asked, trying to maintain a tone of confidence.The voice cackled maliciously.'To curse you, of course! To destroy you thousand times in the name of Mother Night!'Only a thousand times? Percy murmured. Oh, good...I thought we were in trouble.
Rubbing noses with me, she laughed, and I swear the Elysian night sang with the sound of it.
~ Jovee Winters
The underworld was made up of many different regions. Each area was its own private sector and not everyone who resided here was malevolent. Some beings here were virtuous, while others had yet to decide what they were - their fates having yet to be decided. Not all dark creatures were evil, just as not all light creatures were moral. Corbin and Quentin were the epitome of that dichotomy.
Live your life. The reset button has been pushed.
Enjoying your Christmas in the land of the dead? Fun and different, right?
Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. There are things I could boast about, but I'd rather show than tell.
Hades, Hera, and Hestia! Flynn curses, pointing up.What in the Underworld is that?A She-Dragon. Everyone turns to me, and as much as I love having four handsome men gape at me in stupefaction, right now, I could do without.
His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, You're living fire. I burn.
I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don't want to think about anything but you.
The end is also the beginning. In order to arrive at your destiny, you must first accept the path that lies ahead. It is paved with loss, betrayal, and sorrow, but the circle is not at its end You must continue on until you find your true center and your peace.
His gaze hits mine with the force of a battering ram. He looks… appalled. “I-I won’t do this. I can’t… be with you.
Nico di Angelo came into Olympus to a hero's welcome, his father right behind him, despite the fact that Hades was only supposed to visit Olympus in winter solstice. The God of the dead looked stunned when his relatives clapped him on the back. I doubt he'd ever got such an enthusiastic welcome before.
Hades does not have a runny nose. I know this. The entire Greek pantheon no doubt knows this. For some reason, my nose is unaware of this basic fact of mythology.
~ Thomm Quackenbush
What the myth founds is a double existence between the upper world and the underworld: a dimension of death is introduced into life, and a dimension of life is introduced into death.
~ Walter Burkert
Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment,as if the garment was stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?
Christmas in the Underworld was NOT my idea. If I'd known what was coming, I would've called in sick. I could've avoided an army of demons, a fight with a Titan, and a trick that almost got my friends and me cast into eternal darkness. But no, I had to take my stupid English exam.
Running with a drowsy child of Hades was more like doing a 3 -legged race with a life size rag doll.
Doors vurst open all along the walls, and skeletal warriors marched in, hundreds of them, from every time period and nation in Western civilization. They lined the perimeter of the room, blocking the exits.Hades bellowed, Do you think I want war godling?I wanted to say, 'Well, these guys don't look like peace activists'. But I thought that might be a dangerous answer.
And scars will lighten, they'll pale unless you keep rubbing at them...wait long enough, they'll fade.
