“Throughout the ages I had been known by many names. Aries’ whore. Bacchus’s muse. Goddess of witchcraft and magic. Hekata. Hecate.
Cate was what I called myself.
Even after almost eighty years, I still hadn’t recovered from my fall from grace. It had made me ordinary. Not quite human, but ordinary, nonetheless. I had an apartment. I paid rent. And, when I could afford it, I even ate.
I didn’t know if I was fooling myself, but I still believed that if I could carry on like this for another hundred years, Hades would keep his promise and I would get my soul back. But, already, the world had crushed me. I was tired of the rankness that greeted me each time I rode the subway and I was tired of enduring the human tendency to inquire about my well-being.”
-Gods Behaving Badly (Book One)