Five Little Known Facts About the Daughter of Ares
Tuesday, September 21st, 2010Cross-posted from Cherry Mischievous Blog
Ares, God of War, was known to the Greeks as “the bane of mankind, all crusted in blood.” But he was apparently also quite the family man. Ares had numerous progeny and wasn’t a neglectful father. He liked to ride into battle with his kids. I guess he thought, the family that slays together stays together!
You may have heard of his twin sons, the charioteers, Phobos and Deimos. Then there were the Amazons, all his famous butt-kicking daughters. But you may not have heard of Kyra, the nymph of the underworld, who is Ares’ most rebellious daughter, and the heroine of my debut novel, Poisoned Kisses. So to help you get to know her a little better, I’ve assembled this list of little known facts about her:
She collects gravestones. As a nymph of the underworld, Kyra has lost many mortal friends and lovers. She can see the shades of the dead, and converse with them, but it’s never the same as when they were alive. Since she’s been around for thousands of years, she’s taken it upon herself to collect the headstones of people she knew. People that the world has forgotten. She keeps them in her apartment with pots of asphodel flowers.
She hates angels. Until people started believing in angels, lampades like Kyra were responsible for guiding souls into the underworld. Now that angels have taken over her cosmic portfolio, Kyra has a hard time finding a place in the modern world. She’s convinced that it’s those little winged cherubs that are to blame.
She loves explosions. As a daughter of Ares, Kyra has more than a little battle-lust in her veins. As much as she’d love to deny it, a fiery grenade blast turns her on, and her relationship with the hero starts with a bang!
She hates to fly. Sure, Kyra is a dagger wielding immortal with the power to make mortals see whatever she wants them to see, but put her in an airplane and she goes white with fear. A plane crash won’t kill her, but Kyra doesn’t feel as if she belongs in the sky, above the mortal world. She’s a dark nymph of the underworld, meant to reside with men and their shades. Just her luck to fall in love with a man who can pilot cargo planes.
Her Ringtone is a Funeral Dirge. It sounds positively cheery to her ears!
And speaking of music, I made a nice soundtrack for my dark debut novel, and I’d love to hear what you think of it!




