Goddess of Yesterday
Caroline B. Cooney
Anaxandra is taken from her start island at age 6 by means of King Nicander to be a better half to his crippled daughter, Princess Callisto. Six years later, her new island is sacked via pirates and he or she is the only survivor. by myself with in basic terms her Medusa figurine, she reinvents herself as Princess Callisto while Menelaus, nice king of Sparta, lands along with his males. he is taking her again to Sparta with him the place Helen, his appealing spouse, doesn't think that the red-headed baby is Princess Callisto. even though terrified of the half-mortal, half-goddess Helen, Anaxandra is ready to remain out of harm’s way—until the Trojan princes Paris and Aeneas arrive. Paris and Helen’s fascination with one another quickly turns to ardour and plunges Sparta and Troy into battle. Can Anaxandra locate the braveness to reinvent herself once more, appease the gods, and shop herself?
In Caroline B. Cooney’s epic story of 1 girl’s braveness and should to outlive, Anaxandra learns that house is the place you're making it and identification is going deeper than simply your name.
From the Hardcover edition.
Deserve, with excessive partitions and shining towers. you're a goddess. Troy will deal with you as one.” Aethra, who had not anything to probability, took up the argument. “You can't depart your child son, Helen. examine little Pleis. purely years previous. he'll don't have any reminiscence of his pricey and gorgeous mom. Nor are you able to abandon candy Hermione, snapshot of her attractive mom. examine your kids, Helen.” Helen was once stealing from her husband, her sons, her city and her temple. She did not care what humans or gods idea.
Sea. We have been enormous quantities of miles south of Troy. the most Land the following within the some distance East had no cliffs and no mountains. It infrequently rose above the water in any respect and its seashores have been forever. the town whose harbor we entered was once known as Sidon. Ophion used to be the final Trojan send to arrive port. now not content material with the form of the land, Sidon had elevated her bay with vast stone bulwarks, attaining thousands of toes out into the water. What hard work it had taken to load such a lot of large stones on rafts.
She stated in a brand new voice, an intoxicating compelling voice like a nightingale, “to settle for me as your daughter. allow me to like you and serve you. Forgive no matter what difficulty i'll have triggered. Bless my adoration in your nice son Paris. supply us a marriage, Father, and your blessing, and guarantee us the benefits of your people.” Helen shone in the dead of night megaron as a sapphire on a hoop. A sigh of delight got here from the throat of the complete crowd. “Daughter,” acknowledged the king of Troy, “you are bride to us.
Me a anxious glance. “You didn't trip up to i presumed you'll. was once it unpleasant?” My smile coated my complete face. Hector raised his eyebrows at Euneus, and Andromache giggled. “It used to be pleasant,” I acknowledged, and my cheeks grew to become purple once again, yet no longer from worry. the true Callisto and that i, fidgeting with her dolls, used to fake that someday we'd fall in love. We talked of boys, of whom we knew little or no. i'd inform the princess what I knew from observing shepherds, none of which used to be very.
area used to be empty. i used to be secure. Siphnos was once burning. The stench of the fireplace because it took flesh and oil was once equaled in horror simply via the screams of the wounded. Then from the sand the place the ships have been beached got here a successful yell. “I see him! he is over there! within the shallows lower than the cliff ! he is mine!” i used to be a her, now not a him, yet a woman of twelve is definitely flawed for a boy of twelve whilst either put on uncomplicated tunics. And few women willingly throw themselves off cliffs. “Let him drown!” yelled.