Sea Breeze: Phantom Queen Book 8 - A Temple Verse Series (The Phantom Queen Diaries) by Shayne Silvers & Cameron O'Connell

Author:Shayne Silvers & Cameron O'Connell [Silvers, Shayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Argento Publishing
Published: 2019-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

20

Helen was right. It was a graveyard. A graveyard of shattered ships, the debris piled up on the far end of the beach in mounds as tall as a person. I could make out the remains of even larger vessels in the shallows, their masts poking up from the waves like the tips of swords. The demigoddess and I stood a few feet apart on the tallest boulder we could find, overlooking the distant cove. From where we’d landed, that was all we could do; the two shores were divided by impassable stone and frothing sea. Indeed, had Helen not known to go searching for the wreckage, I doubted we’d have found it at all.

“They must have thrown their stones from up there,” Helen said, pointing to the cliffs above the cove, several hundred feet high at least. “That Odysseus survived at all is a testament to his cleverness. He always was a cautious man.”

“What d’ye mean they ‘threw stones’? And who are ‘they’?” I frowned at the distance between the sea and the cliffs above, then at the decimated ships. “Also, how are these ships still here? They look ancient.”

“My apologies, I forget how few of you mortals know of Odysseus’ journey. The Laestrygonians, a race of cannibalistic giants, were responsible for this. After they caught and ate one of his men, Odysseus and his fleet tried to escape, but the giants rained boulders down upon them. This is what’s left of those ships.” Helen huddled further into her cloak as a cold breeze blew across the water, her face still miraculously obscured beneath the shadows of her cowl despite the bright sunlight. “And, to answer your other question, they are still here because this realm was created not long after the age of heroes ended. They have been, it seems, preserved.”

“The Eighth Sea,” I said, echoing Typhon’s use of the term.

“That is one name for it. There are others, though they all amount to the same thing…” Helen drifted off, shuddered, and gestured for me to follow her back down. “This realm belongs to the Titans. It was fashioned for them, in a manner of speaking.”

Unlike the Father of Monsters, whose existence I’d never come across, I’d heard of the Titans. Precursors to the Olympians ruled by Zeus, the Titans were allegedly born from the coupling of deities who represented the primordial elements. Vast manifestations of earth and sky. From what I could recall, the distinction between the two groups lay in temperament and chronology only. The Titans were what you might call first generation gods, which meant they were older, rawer, and perhaps a tad more powerful than those who eventually overthrew them. The Olympians, meanwhile, were younger, cleverer, and far more melodramatic. Not so different, if you thought about it, from Baby Boomers and Millennials.

“Titans like Typhon,” I suggested.

“Yes and no,” Helen replied as we dropped from one boulder to the next, working our way back down to the beach. “Typhon is technically a Titan, yes. But he should not have been guarding the entrance to this place.

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