Gorgon

The gods had promised him victory. The gods always promise, but they do not always fulfill.

Her eyes were human. Immense and deep, filled with a pain so ancient it seemed to have sculpted the world. There was no hatred in them. No fury. Only questions.

—Kill me —she whispered—. If you have come to kill me, do it. But look at me while you do it. Look at me as if I, too, were human.

Perseus looked at her.