Medusa's Redemption

This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice. The island of Sarpedon rose from the Aegean Sea like a jagged crown of black stone, its cliffs eternally shrouded in mist that seemed to whisper warnings to any sailor brave enough to venture near. For three centuries, no mortal had set foot upon its shores and lived to tell the tale. The very mention of its name sent shivers through the bravest of heroes, for it was here that Medusa dwelt in her exile, the once-beautiful priestess transformed into a monster whose gaze could turn flesh to marble in an instant. Medusa stood at the edge of her temple's crumbling steps, her serpentine hair writhing gently in the ocean breeze. The golden snakes that had replaced her once-flowing locks caught the dying light of sunset, their scales glimmering like precious metal. She had learned long ago not to look at her reflection in the pools of water that dotted her domain, for even she could not bear to see what she had become. Her emerald eyes, once praised by poets as more beautiful than precious gems, now held the terrible power of petrification. Around her temple stood a grotesque garden of stone figures—sailors, merchants, and would-be heroes who had sought either to claim her head as a trophy or to gawk at the monster she had become. Each statue bore the expression of their final moment, frozen in eternal terror. The curse had been Athena's punishment for a crime that was not truly her own. Medusa had been the most devoted of the goddess's priestesses, sworn to eternal chastity and service. But Poseidon, god of the seas, had forced himself upon her within Athena's very temple. Instead of punishing her uncle, Athena had blamed Medusa for the defilement of her sacred space, transforming the innocent priestess into a creature so hideous that no man could look upon her and live.