The Dying Thralls of Lovemature
What is Rage but the Dying Thralls of Love?
It was both a Blessing and a Curse, the Gift she bestowed upon him. Crito was no more than a Boy, never yet having tasted the Fear of Battle in his Mouth. But Athena chose him, and convinced Aphrodite to bestow upon him the Gift of Love in the Form of Antheia, a Girl as beautiful as the Morning Sunrise and as lovely as a Mountain Stream. Her Laugh sparkled in his Ears like the Song of a Bird, and her Smile shined so bright it seemed to drive the Shadows before it.
A Blessing, and a Curse.
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"A tale of love, death, rage, and revenge told in the style of the ancient epics."
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