Hercules

Before he was a hero, he was a child who killed snakes in his cradle and did not scream. Before he was a legend, he was a man who lost everything he loved in a single night and did not rage. Before the twelve labors were a story, they were the shape his life required.
HERCULES — Book Three of The Olympus Cycle — is the full literary telling of the life of Heracles: from the divine blood in the mortal cradle to the pyre on Mount Oeta, and everything the years between cost him.
This is not mythology retold. This is interior fiction — the person inside the hero the stories made. The specific loneliness of the thing that is too large for the ordinary life. The love that was real before it was taken. The madness that came from outside and the stillness that came from within. The twelve labors told not as feats but as the making of a person — what each one took and what each one built in its place.
At the center of everything: the relationship between Hercules and Hera, which is not the simple enmity of the stories. It is something that develops across the labors into something neither of them expected. It is the most complicated relationship in the book. It may be the most important.
What does it cost to be the strongest thing in the world when the world keeps requiring the strength for things that cost more than strength?
This book is the answer.