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    Myths, Mermaids, and Monsters
    Myths, Mermaids, and Monsters
    Myths, Mermaids, and Monsters
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    Myths, Mermaids, and Monsters

    By Tera Lynn Childs

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    There is always more to the story.... Find out what happens before and after in the YA fantasy worlds of Oh. My. Gods., Forgive My Fins, and Sweet Venom.

    The World of Myths » Find out whether Stella has a heart, how Phoebe spends her Valentine, what's at the center of Nicole's labyrinth, how Griffin is surprised, and who Xella is and why they're going on a first date.

    The World of Mermaids » Find out what (or who) Coral dreams about, who gives Lily princess lessons, what Shannen's first swim feels like, what Astria thinks is a shore thing, and how to go about making a merman.

    The World of Monsters » Find out where a Nemean Lion hangs out, why you should always bet on Medusa, what freedom tastes like, how to get a golden apple, and who has to play the role of monster bait.

    Return to the worlds of Tera Lynn Childs in these magical tales that will delight fans of Greek mythology, mermaid romance, and monster-hunting descendants of Medusa.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTera Lynn Childs
    Release dateDec 1, 2020
    ISBN9781946345165
    Myths, Mermaids, and Monsters
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    Tera Lynn Childs

    Tera Lynn Childs is the award-winning author of several books for teens, including the first two books in the Sweet Venom series, the mermaid romances Forgive My Fins, Fins Are Forever, and Just for Fins, as well as another mythology-inspired series, including Oh. My. Gods. and Goddess Boot Camp. Although Tera always dreamed of discovering a secret twin (or triplet), she is sad to report she remains an only child.

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      Myths, Mermaids, and Monsters - Tera Lynn Childs

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      Contents

      Myths

      Stella’s HeArt

      Phoebe’s Fair Valentine

      Nicole’s Labyrinth

      Griffin’s Surprise

      Xella’s First Date

      Mermaids

      When Coral Dreams

      Princess Lessons

      First Swim

      A Shore Thing

      The Making of a Merman

      Monsters

      A Little Nemean Lion on the Side

      Always Bet on Medusa

      First Taste of Freedom

      The Garden of Golden Apples

      My Fair Monster Bait

      Myths

      Stella’s HeArt

      Stella looked around the room that had been her home for all eighteen years of her life and thought of everything she would miss when she went away to college next Fall. The white canopy bed with sheer pink drapes and orchid silk bedding. The full-length mirror surrounded by twinkling white fairy lights that made her feel like a princess every time she checked her reflection—like she did now. The mural she and her mom had started the winter before she turned ten. It was the one thing she could not take with her and the one thing she would miss the most.

      You’re being silly, Stella told her reflection. Oxford is months away. Besides— She smoothed an errant strand of honey-blonde hair."—you can always autoport home whenever you want."

      Her gaze shifted to the reflected view of the unfinished forest scene on her wall. A happy composition of deep green pine trees, rainbow-colored songbirds, smiling woodland creatures, and the glow of tree faeries among the branches. That winter, they had spent hour after hour painting, while Daddy worked tirelessly on his new curriculum for the Academy. Hours of laughing and sweating and painting each other on the nose. The memories were that much sweeter because they were the last she would ever have of her mother.

      After the funeral Stella had never picked up a paintbrush again.

      A knock at her door startled her out of her sad thoughts, and she quickly wiped at the tears stinging her eyes. How foolish she was being, crying over a past she could never change. The Christmas season must be making her nostalgic.

      Um … Stella? her new stepsister Phoebe called out.

      She sounded nervous. Never good.

      I have an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny problem, and I could use your help. She paused before adding, You might want to bring an umbrella.

      Stella took a deep breath. With Phoebe, the problems were never itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny. Shaking off her melancholy memories, she mentally formed a waterproof hydrokinesis shield around her body and pulled open the door.

      Ow!

      Stella winced as something small, round, and hard pelted her in the head. And then another. And another. Before a fourth could sting her scalp, she neofactured an umbrella and held it overhead.

      She would not admit that she should have heeded Phoebe’s warning.

      Phoebe, she snapped above the roar of thousands of brightly colored objects raining down on the living room, what in the name of Hera is happening?

      I don’t know, Phoebe shouted back. I was just sitting on the couch, daydreaming when these started falling from the sky.

      Phoebe was pressed against the near wall, holding Daddy’s oversized hardcover Atlas of the Ancient World above her head. The little colorful objects bounced off the book, springing into the center of the room. Stella held out her hand and captured a few. She studied her handful, noting that the red, yellow, and green balls each had a little white S printed on one side.

      Are these— Stella squinted at her hand. —candy?

      Oh shoot! Phoebe edged away from the wall to stand next to Stella. They’re Skittles. I was daydreaming about my favorite candy store, and how they have these beautiful rainbow-colored displays, and how they always remind me of the rainbow of fruit flavors, and … She gestured at the raining candy, as if that should explain it all.

      Stella had no idea what Phoebe was talking about. Of course, Stella frequently had no idea what Phoebe was talking about. She chalked it up to the cultural differences between girls raised in Greece and California.

      But, intrigued by the daydream and the idea of a rainbow-filled candy store, Stella lifted her hand to her mouth and popped the candy inside. Her tongue exploded in a burst of flavor. She didn’t think she had ever eaten anything quite as overpoweringly sweet.

      She loved it!

      Stella? Phoebe shouted.

      Right, she said, pulling herself out of the candy-induced reverie. With one wave of her hand, the downpour ceased, leaving them standing in three inches of Skittles.

      Stella stirred up the blueberries from the bottom of her yogurt while watching Phoebe shovel the Skittles into garbage bags by the bowlful. Maybe she should give Phoebe a hand, but she was having too much fun watching her stepsister labor over the results of her misfired powers.

      I don’t see why you won’t just zap them all away, Phoebe complained. I know you can.

      Of course I can, Stella replied between spoonfuls of blueberry yogurt. But you would hardly learn your lesson if I make your problems disappear. You’re just lucky Daddy’s not here to see the mess.

      She smiled with satisfaction at the look of horror on Phoebe’s face, even if it wasn’t really justified. Although Daddy could be a bit of a stern disciplinarian, he had a soft spot for Phoebe that made Stella’s ears itch. He never let her get away with half the stuff Phoebe did. If Stella had been the one who visiomutated all the water in the house into glitter, she would still be grounded. Just like they were still finding glitter in the bathroom.

      Hrmph. Stella would let Phoebe struggle a little longer with the manual Skittles removal before reversing the results of her misfire.

      Hey, what’s this? Phoebe asked from where she was digging rainbow candy from beneath the sofa. They feel like paintings.

      Stella froze.

      She had forgotten about the paintings she’d hidden away so she wouldn’t have to face the reminders of bittersweet memories. Paintings she hadn’t laid eyes on in years. And now Phoebe was pulling them out into the light.

      Wow, Phoebe said as she set the paintings onto the sofa and studied them. They’re beautiful. Who painted them?

      Stella set her half-eaten yogurt on the kitchen counter and went to stand next to Phoebe. There were four canvases. The first three were goddess portraits, commissioned by Hera, Athena, and Artemis. The fourth was a portrait of a hematheos woman with loose-flowing blonde hair, soft gray eyes, and a joyful smile.

      My mom painted those, Stella answered, pointing at the goddess portraits. Then, facing the painting she could never bring herself to destroy, she said, And I painted that one.

      Stella …

      Phoebe’s voice had taken on such a strange tone of awe and surprise that Stella couldn’t help turning to meet her steady brown gaze.

      That’s amazing. Phoebe shook her head, like she couldn’t quite fathom the situation. I didn’t know you painted.

      Stella looked back at the portrait she’d done, the portrait of her mother.

      I don’t.

      As Stella flicked her hand at the room, sending the sea of Skittles back into oblivion—except for the jarful she zapped onto her desk … for later—she wished she’d just cleaned up the mess in the first place. Then she wouldn’t be facing Phoebe’s questioning look about the paintings.

      But it wasn’t like she had to stay and answer those questions.

      I’m going out for a while, Stella said as she snatched the portraits off the sofa and headed for her room. Try not to bring any more plagues to the house before I get back.

      She could practically hear Phoebe’s teeth grinding behind her. That almost made up for her discovering the paintings.

      Stella quickly slid the canvases under her bed. They should be safe from Phoebe’s curiosity—and her powers—until Stella could decide what she wanted to do with them. Now that they’d come out of hiding, she couldn’t just put them back and forget.

      When she heard Phoebe’s door slam—not an unusual occurrence—Stella stepped into her silver ballet flats. Seconds later she was walking the path to the village, heading for her favorite refuge: the pantheon temple. Perched on a cliff overlooking the gorgeous Aegean below, the pantheon temple was built as a tribute to all the gods and goddesses of Olympic descent in an attempt to diffuse any arguments about preferred patron deities and the like. Not that anything could prevent the gods from arguing.

      The temple was rarely used anymore. The gods didn’t visit the island with any regularity, and the residents didn’t feel compelled to pay formal tribute. Which meant that Stella usually found the temple deserted—the perfect environment for clear thinking.

      As she climbed the shallow steps and passed through the colonnade to enter the temple proper, she felt a growing sense of calm and clarity. There was something about the brightly colored mural the covered every square inch of the interior walls that just … made her smile. It portrayed all the gods and goddesses in their most resplendent glory. Like a massive and ancient family portrait.

      Stella went, as she always did, to stand before the goddess on the far wall. The one wearing a beautiful golden crown, holding a plump pomegranate in her elegant hand, and with a proud peacock lying across her feet. Hera.

      It had been years since Stella met with her immortal ancestor. The great deities rarely left Olympus anymore, and Stella hadn’t had time—or an invitation—to attend their court. If she couldn’t speak to Hera face-to-face, then this

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