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Guest Post: My Love For Modern Day Mythology: Comic Books by E. B. Black


My Love For Modern Day Mythology: Comic Books

My husband and I are proud geeks. We met years ago when I sat in on a game of Dungeons and Dragons. We play video games together and go to Comic Con whenever we can.

Which is why my favorite mythology isn’t greek mythology or Egyptian or Norse. It’s the mythology we’ve created now: comic books. Some comic books have a direct correlation to mythology like Thor with Norse mythology and Wonder Woman with Greek mythology. Others are less obvious, like Superman and the way he’s like a modern day Hercules. Because telling tales didn’t end with the ancients, we continue to create fantastic stories to this day.

I think one of the greatest things about mythology is that they are stories we have passed down. They are stories that can stand the test of time. We tell them over and over again, each time in a new and different way. Each time we try to improve upon them a little.

How many times have you seen a Batman movie? Or the origins of Spiderman on screen? Comic books take the same story and retell it to all of us, until it’s a story we know by heart, until it’s something that we love.

I have a book series where I rewrite greek mythology. It’s called the Fate of Eros series. I believe that we are meant to retell myths every day and that the way we choose to retell them says a lot about the person telling the story and society as a whole.

Brights Passion WEB

Title: Bright’s Passion

Author: E.B. Black

Genre: Fantasy Romance


Bright wishes he wasn’t the god of the suns.

Every day is the same: he makes the suns rise and then they set. He looks down at humanity’s corruption. He watches wars, people starving, and thieves stealing.

He can’t help. Every time he tries, the humans take something from him. They’ve destroyed his family and he has no doubt that they’d like to destroy him, too.

Adonya is a raven-haired witch with powers that make her as close to a goddess as a human can be. He’s wondered what it was like to be with a woman, but all the goddesses are dead.

He can feel it when he touches her–she’s as dangerous as all the rest of the humans. Can the power of love join their races together? Or will one of them wind up dead in the end?

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“Gorac?” Rowena called down below. It was too dark to see where he had landed. “Are you okay?” Tears streamed down her face when he didn’t answer. “I’m sorry, okay? I should have never done this to you! You were insufferable, but I need you. I love you and I don’t want you to die!” Her lower lip quivered.

They ran downstairs to check on him and went into the alleyway where he had fallen. He looked like a crumpled ball of blood and clothing. When they got really close, they could see that he wasn’t breathing. And even if he had been, the bones of his skull were broken into unrecognizable shapes. His leg and arm were broken, too.

Rowena screamed and fell by his side. “No!” She put her hands on him. “You can’t do this to me again. When I needed you before, you left me, and now you are leaving me again! Why didn’t you just listen to me and get down from there? Why did you have to ruin everything and kill yourself?”

Bright’s heart pounded. He felt trapped as flashbacks filled his mind of watching his mom being sucked down into the ground as he hopelessly fought to save her. There was so much left unsaid between him and his mom, so much that could never be resolved between them now. He knew how Rowena felt and a little part of him died at the realization. They were both helpless. There was nothing either of them could do to reverse the things that happened to them.

Rowena sobbed uncontrollably. “Well, do something!” she shouted at Bright. “You are a god—you can fix him, right?”

He shook his head. His mother hadn’t been able to find a cure for death among the humans and she had been the one who created them. He had no hope of doing any better.

“I can’t,” he whispered.

“What do you mean? You can heal people, right?”

Bright nodded his head. “But that’s not the same as bringing them back from the dead.”

About the Author

authorphotoE.B. Black is the annoying author who lives in the head of a nerdy housewife named Elizabeth. Elizabeth tries to live out her days by walking her dog, spending time with her husband, doing housework, and watching television, but E.B. Black makes her drop everything to type out weird fantasy stories. Elizabeth is asking anyone who read this to please send help.


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About Kristine

As an aspiring author, avid bookworm, fitness fanatic and dedicated mother, there just aren't enough hours in the day. I write or post about things I'm passionate about and spend my time trying to make the most of every day. Life may be a tough journey, but I have my ruby red slippers and am content on skipping along this yellow brick road until the end of the line.

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