"I am Circe, a Goddess. A great Goddess. A monster Goddess. All have feared me!"

And with good cause. Circe is never gentle. She is fierce and frightening to look at, she stands as tall as she wants - anything between 3 and 7 metres. Her head is a mass of thick spirals of course wiry hair which gives off electric currents and most encounters involve her plucking a strand and using it to shock. But she also has long sharp pointed nails, huge saw -edged nails as big as a man's hand. Her eyes are cruel slits opening just enough to show steely grey centres; her skin has a green tinge to it. She appears ageless, neither elderly nor young and usually naked, showing her massive arms and legs and breasts. Her voice is a mixture of snarl and growl:

"Brave mortals welcoming me into this temple. Many would be too terrified, but I appreciate being honoured. You are the only mortals for many centuries who have seen me. Today is special, a day when great power and strength came down upon me, Circe. I can look any way I wish, have as many heads as I wish. Do you fear me? You should." 

Time spent with Circe tends to be intense in the extreme. She can be kind, gentle even, but by her standards not ours. Circe enjoys mortal company in much the same way a cat enjoys a mouse, but so far team-members have always made it back, albeit shaken, stirred and shocked.

"You honour me, that is as it should be. More mortals should honour me. I now have many temples and those who attend will learn more about me. I give the gifts of great strength. Now I am going back to festivities, you go back to your world. I give you one gift, anything you want, within reason. Go! I admire your courage."

Temple Diaries Circe

Festival of Circe - February 20th