Dionysus (Greek God Romance Book 1) by Alicia Wolfe Read Free Book Online Page B

those unique fantasies was, “Does no one know poetry, anymore?”
    Rebecca saw another carrying a molten rock with streaks of lava running down the sides. It made little lava pools in the black cement wherever it touched.
    She said, “Is that?”
    Dionysus could not hear her but gathered she had said something and not just for her own sake. “Have you looked up?”
    Rebecca’s head snapped back. “Huh?”
    “Have you looked up?” Dionysus pointed with his finger and she followed it.
    And there it was. . . a volcano.
    “Wh—at the fu—ck?”
    He chuckled. “I’ll say.”
    The volcano was of the upmost pride to Heph and Hestia and was created by them. It works and appears just like any other active volcano. In his original shop when molding legendary weapons and armor, he had his Cyclops dig a hole into a magma vein and created a pulley system that a Cyclops would have to man for twenty-four hours in order to get enough lava for the next day. They each took turns on this twenty-four hour shift that they all hated; they even made pools and traded their days whether to nurse a hangover or have a date. And they each complained to Hephaestus incessantly about it, whether about a trade that went awry or the labor intensive work. And so, the volcano was the first thing he had conceived of for his new shop.
    With Hestia’s help, they created lava shoots and tunnels that ran under Olympus and were drawn by the volcano. The pressure never rose enough for it to explode, and there were several service entrances that the Cyclops and other shop workers would use to draw the lava they needed for the day.
    She stood there, another bout of awe gripping her. “Is it active?”
    “It is. Don’t fret. It’ll never explode.”
    She turned back and mouthed the words back. “Never explode?”
    “They take enough to keep the pressure down. Ready to go inside?”
    She laughed hysterically, after a few minutes, she said, “What are we going to find in there?”
    Dionysus grinned and spread his arms. “ Wonders!” He then grabbed her hand and whisked her towards the entrance.
    The main entrance door was located on the north side of Heph’s Shop of Wonders. They approached the line where a few Cyclops grinned, one shouted, “Hey, Rebecca!”—and a few others bowed.
    The one at the head of the line said with a sly grin, “After you.”
    Rebecca turned back to Dionysus. “Are they always this polite?”
    “They are always cordial. But polite. . . must be you.”
    “Does anybody like gods?”
    Dionysus made a pained face. “We don’t even like ourselves. . . Let’s go.”
    He ushered Rebecca through the forty-foot double doors. They entered a small hallway that kept everyone in a single file line. There was a check-in clerk at the end that looked suspiciously like Hestia, to Rebecca. She had found her name out by looking through the book Apollo had given her, searching for the “red-headed skank” that was to be her landlord.
    She blurted out, “Hestia?”
    Dionysus put a hand on her and whispered, “One of her followers, never mistake a god or goddess for one of them.” She lifted her eyebrows and he continued, “Uh, it’s touchy. They feel it is like belittling them.”
    “They?”
    He smiled and a soft look entered his eyes. “I’ve never been such a fool.”
    She chuckled and touched his shoulder. “Good to know.” That small interaction brought Rebecca back to the world from her awe and shock moment. She liked him. And had there been more drinks involved, she would’ve spread her legs willingly. And maybe that was a good thing, she thought. No drinks. No dulling out the spoils of war before lifting an arm. He, more than anybody before, would have to prove himself. She was falling for him, a step at a time.
    Hestia’s follower said, “Visitors?”
    “Yes.”
    “This way.”
    They followed her to a station. “Full tour?”
    He nodded again.
    She grabbed thick gloves made of a substance Rebecca