A review by sararmn
Elektra by Jennifer Saint

4.0

I wondered how she knew, what magic had parked between them, what it was that made a woman sure that a particular man was the right one. I sat up straighter, waiting to be enlightened.

If I could speak the will of the gods and see the very fabric of fate, I could command attention and respect.

With all of my heart, that was what I wanted. To be something other than myself; to speak in someone else's words instead of my own.

When I had told of my encounter with Apollo, I had been met with scoffing first, anger later. But everyone smiled at Paris' story. I wasn't sure that they believed him either, but they were happy to listen.

But I cannot hope for the future, for I know what it is to become.

Fury blooms inside me, though I know rage will do me no good. Why rail against my sister's good fortune? It will not bring any of my children home to me.

"I've learned the rhythms of the seasons, and how even the harshest of winters is always followed by spring."

"Why would I be afraid? You can only fear if you have something to lose, and I have nothing."