The poets called them monsters. The priests called them lessons. This is not their version.
Hunger in the Myths begins with a boy who flew too close to the sun and follows the women written as warnings... those who burned, prayed, wove, and bled their way into myth.
Their hunger is not for power. It's for meaning. For understanding. For a world that will call them something other than cautionary tales.
Told like confessions in lyrical prose, Hunger in the Myths transforms punishment into prayer and silence into survival.