Mischievous child, put down your bow. That is gear for a man, not the chubby darling of love. I use the same weapon to wound my enemies, slay Python and hunt wild beasts. Content yourself with your torch to inflame hearts, leave the bow to your betters! Continue reading
Father, do you love me?
Of course, I do my youngest. My day-and-night.
Do you really?
Yes, yes I do. You know I cannot lie to you, Flame-eye
Prove it to me. Send me down a joyful man, a man worthy of me. Continue reading
Young Hermes finds his grandfather sitting on his throne pensively gazing across his island lost in thought. “Grandfather tell me a tale.”
“My tale is a tale of heartache and joy lost,” said his grandfather, never once looking at the child at his feet.
A woman frantically spins a crystal in the light from the window making rainbows swirl around the room. “Iris, storm-footed and golden winged, you who nursed my child when I could not, hear me. My boy has been taken from his cradle by Apollon, furious to behold. Tell his father! Bring my baby back!”