Blood of Zeus

I don’t want to stop either. I don’t think I’ll ever want to. Not with you, Kara.”

Crazy? Why?” she prompts. “Just because the theory belongs to an ancient civilization? Because it’s all called mythology and not literature? Because science and facts don’t directly support it as proven history?”

I don’t answer her at first. I think I’m waiting for her to crack a just-kidding grin. When she doesn’t budge, I challenge her. “What are you saying? That you believe there’s a bunch of superbeings cavorting around in the sky when they’re not snacking on nectar on Mount Olympus?”

“I’m saying that there are lots of things in the world—in the universe—that you can’t begin to understand or explain away.”

“All right,” I drawl. “I’ll bite. Like what?”

Humans…” Bad start. “Human beings give off vibrations. It’s like the way people read body language or smell pheromones and inherently know something about someone else. The way I feel it is more like a vibration. Which can be kind of overwhelming when I’m around a lot of people. Or around people with really powerful emotions

Maybe the biggest voices in the jungle have the least to prove.