Athena’s study was a cross between an armoire and a scholar’s library. It was as if the goddess couldn’t decide which side of her divinity to exhibit in the considerable space.
The floor was carpeted with burgundy and white columns meshed to the left wall in intervals for the floor-to-ceiling collection of books and scrolls. To the right was a map painted as a mural, showing the whole world. Greece was nothing but a small fleck on the map, the Valley and Mount Olympus marked even smaller.
Behind the stately oak desk and Athena’s winged, high-backed chair was an assortment of spears and swords that looked like they’ve all seen battle. In the center of it, a beautiful gold shield with a gorgon’s head in the middle stared down at us with its blank eyes. It terrified and awed Kath as she beh
