Goddess of Agriculture, Harvest, Fertility, & Sacred Law

Born to the Titans Cronus and Rhea, she was also sister to Hestia, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus and mother to Persephone.

Demeter had a daughter named Persephone, she was an innocent, a virgin. When she disappeared one day Demeter was decimated with worry, sadness, then eventually righteous fury, when she discovered Hades (God of the Underworld) had stolen her. So preoccupied with her sorrow and ire, she halted the seasons, causing nothing to grow and eventually begin to die. Zeus discovering the emergent situation sent Hermes to the Underworld, demanding that Hades return the woman’s daughter. Hades said he would but only if she’d not eaten anything in his realm, binding her to it. Persephone had eaten some pomegranate seeds and so Zeus’ hands were tied.

According to legend, Demeter wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Her child had been stolen and essentially enslaved by two men, who didn’t seem to care about anything but their own needs. She was so angry and desolate that she stopped the seasons. No food grew and people were beginning to get very hungry. Zeus told her to stop but she wouldn’t listen. Don’t mess with a mama, is all I’m saying!

Zeus knowing things couldn’t go on like this for long reached a decision that would allow Persephone to return to her mother four months out of the year. Four months were also to be spent with Hades and the remaining four were to the girls’ discretion. Eventually, Persephone grew to love Hades and combined her four months with his.

Every year when her daughter returns, Demeter makes the earth abundant or Spring and every time she leaves is when Winter begins.

Demeter and Poseidon had a complicated relationship


Her symbols are the cornucopia, wheat, torches and bread, snake pig

The torch is for the countless hours she spent searching for her daughter

Zeus was Persephone’s father

The Sea Archer

Dee Taylor, is by far the most loved character from The Sea Archer. I have received so many wonderful offers of praise for her. She’s feisty and free. Loving and happy. Conniving and strong, and that’s just in the first book. She is shaping into more of the same in book two and I think you’ll love her all the more.


Deidre Taylor had lived an intriguing life. A colorful, full, dramatic life. Born December 7, 1941, her mother Catherine had labored and delivered Dee with only a neighbor to aid her and bear witness. While Japan mercilessly attacked Pearl Harbor and the evening closed in on the horrific images of the day, Catherine looked upon her little piece of immortality, sleeping peacefully in her arms. Little did she know that her husband had succumbed to a warm, watery grave under the USS Arizona.

For a time, all the Hawaiian Islands were on lockdown. Stranded, scared and in pain both physically and mentally, Catherine, along with everyone else, tried to make sense of the violence. However, immediately after the ban was lifted, Catherine and her new daughter moved to Kaua‘i. They found a good life there through the uncertain years of World War II.

No stranger to tragedy, Dee would lose her own husband to a farming accident in a sugar cane field in Koloa, but not before the union gave her a perfect and cherubic son they named Matthew.

Only a year old when his father died, Matthew would feel that absence etched deep within him. He grew up headstrong and reckless, despite Dee’s efforts to restrain and prohibit the behaviors. When he moved from child to teenager, his habits became more toxic, experimenting with drinking and an extreme recklessness, that endangered his life more than once. At sixteen, Matthew became a father himself. He looked at his son with dismay and fear, especially when the child’s fifteen-year-old mother left for the mainland and never returned.

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