Across
- 1. Everything my mother said was true, and I fell into a glorious spiral, only to crash at the bottom of a cave.
- 4. Ice-cold and immobile. Sometimes a trickle, sometimes an endless ocean. If you choose to seek me out, remember that it will be your constant companion.
- 7. Impossible to comb or style. They will not abide clips or pins or braids. They nip when they get hungry.
- 9. If I saw you today, you’d turn to stone. A shame, as I would rather boil your bones in the venom of my serpents.
- 10. My mother warned me about you. She said you would wield your charismatic smile and devastating eyes into a weapon I had no defense against. She said you would follow me, love-sick like men pretend to be when they want what a woman should not give. She said your lies would weave a tapestry so beautiful that I would have no choice but to wear it as a shroud, the only protection for my heart from the elements.
- 11. Once desired, now despised. I became the most reviled creature in Greece and beyond. But you? You will be remember as a hero for millennia to come.
- 12. You tricked me. You promised love, eternity. And though everyone could see your lies, I was blind to them. Even though I was warned, I did not believe. Not until I lay trapped beneath your greed.
- 13. They used to gaze upon me, freely, unashamed. They did not see me as I am—as I was—beneath the surface. I was nothing more than a toy to them, desired only for my attractions. But now when I gaze upon them, they will be nothing more than shapely travertine.
Down
- 2. Sophocles himself could not have written a better revenge.
- 3. They come in many forms, but the most terrifying are the ones who invite you in with a twinkle and a grin.
- 5. It’s lonely. I long for the touch of another living thing. Or a word, any word, even a harsh word. Spoken or written, or even thought. But no one is permitted to see me now. The danger would be too great. This is an immovable obstacle, the great tragedy of my life.
- 6. Before I was cursed, a thousand eyes always watched me. My form was pleasing, my face godly, and my hair the pale white of stormy seas. They devoured me, chipping away piece by piece, without my consent, until I cracked. They left me open and vulnerable.
- 8. I was punished for your crime. The gods to not look kindly on those who break their oaths, even if I never did the breaking.