All posts tagged: Gods

“The Odyssey” Was Never About the Gods

“The Odyssey” Was Never About the Gods

If you lived in the Bronze Age and were sailing the wine-dark sea, you’d soon understand the need for gods. You don’t know about low-pressure systems or atmospheric circulation, about ocean currents or the contours of the seafloor. You know only that the sky has darkened, the wind has shifted, and the waters have begun to rise. The sudden appearance of thunder, lightning, and towering waves crashing against the hull demand an explanation: gods. Zeus and Poseidon are at it again—one hurling thunderbolts, the other whipping the sea into a frenzy. Or perhaps Athena has withdrawn her protection. You offered sacrifice before setting sail. Maybe one bull wasn’t enough? The randomness and unpredictability of existence, the mindless violence of it, necessitated myth. This early religion was a kind of technology, an attempt to make order out of chaos. There are so many reasons why the stories of ancient Greece endure, why they are some of the first narratives I remember from elementary school, why my daughter’s graphic-novel version of The Odyssey is so tattered. Yes, …

God’s Impertinent Prophets | Erin Maglaque

God’s Impertinent Prophets | Erin Maglaque

In 1662 two Quaker women stormed into a service at St. Paul’s in London. They wore sackcloth and left their hair unbound, rubbed ashes all over their faces and dumped blood over themselves. Blood poured down onto the altar. It was a very bad sign. There were many such inauspicious signs and omens witnessed in seventeenth-century England. The Reformation, begun a century before, had splintered into dozens of separate, self-governing communities of belief. In 1646 one London man described how his household of four now held four totally irreconcilable beliefs: he was an Anglican; his wife, a profound skeptic—she doubted “whether there be any church or no upon the earth”; their maidservant, a dissenter under the influence of the parliamentary army; their manservant, a member of a radical congregation where they “sing no psalms” and “keep none of our days of fasting.” The husband was baffled, but his household was a microcosm of the nation. By 1642 it was riven by civil war, divided between those who supported King Charles I and those who believed …

We Who Have No Gods by Liza Anderson

We Who Have No Gods by Liza Anderson

In shadows deep where ancient powers dwell,A powerless soul seeks truths no tongue can tell,Between the living and the dead she stands,With borrowed magic burning through her hands. The Threshold Between Worlds Liza Anderson’s debut novel delivers a compelling entry into the dark academia fantasy genre, weaving together gothic atmosphere, complex family dynamics, and the age-old question of what defines belonging in a world that seemingly has no place for you. We Who Have No Gods by Liza Anderson introduces readers to Victoria Wood, a woman who has spent her life managing restaurants, raising her younger brother Henry, and carefully avoiding thoughts of her mysteriously absent mother. When representatives from the Acheron Order arrive to claim Henry for magical training, Vic’s carefully constructed reality shatters—revealing a hidden world where witches maintain the boundary between the living and the dead, hunting monsters that slip through the cracks of existence. The novel’s premise immediately distinguishes it within the crowded fantasy landscape. Rather than following the typical chosen one narrative, Anderson crafts a protagonist who is fundamentally ordinary …