In the kitchen, several pots were boiling. The aromas from what was being cooked up made their way through beaded doorways and winding corridors, up and down crooked stairways and past the noses of Hekate's many pets.

The mother of magic paid no mind to the mixture of smells wafting from her various concoctions, choosing to focus on the small ( Read more... )

Hekate stuffed a handful of peanut M & M's into her mouth and changed channels. Really, she wasn't a big fan of chocolate, but peanuts....peanuts were good. Chocolate coated ones were even better ( Read more... )

( Left on the arm of a chair Hekate has been sitting in )

The shard had been disposed off; wine and herb, ashes and blood. It was gone into nothingness. But two great sets of spell-working one after another had left her spent. Circe never realized when she passed out ( Read more... )

"Who do you think you are..?" Hades shared mentally with his wife, "...not Persephone, obviously. She would respect me ( Read more... )

She was mid-laugh when she felt it. Though currently in her Olympian form, the goings-on in her home were never far from her consciousness ( Read more... )

"Goddess Hecate, work thy will ( Read more... )