The Storyteller: Greek Myths1990

The Dog:
[having found a statue of Medusa's head] That face, it's horrible. Where does it come from?

The Storyteller:
A long way away on a rock at the edge of the world, lived a woman with terrible claws, wings of bronze and breath as foul as corpses. Her hair was a nest of poisiones snakes. Hissing, alive. Catch her stare, and she could turn you to stone. Her name was Medusa. The Gorgon. Imagine her looking away and then starting to turn towards you. Slowly... slowly...

Medusa:
Shall we turn and look at them, sisters?