I have come here to gaze upon the imperishable light. I have traveled far and wide, but never have I looked forward to seeing the light of the hot springs with such glowing anticipation, until now. I wish to look at it with the eyes of a dying historian, and then to feel the touch of the healing waters. I am beyond healing, that much I know for certain. But I wish to lay my eyes on the springs that cure all wounds and ailments. I long for these waters to bridge the gap inside me, the hole of not knowing where true, immortal glory resides. I wish for these waters to soothe an inner wound, one...
I have come here to gaze upon the imperishable light. I have traveled far and wide, but never have I looked forward to seeing the light of the hot spr...
A collection of Helen of Troy stories. " The artist prepares himself for his greatest challenge: to draw the portrait of the most beautiful woman in the ancient world. In his mind, the portrait has already come into existence, and his heart is speaking to it along every preceding, yet unrealized phase. Watching your birth. Watching you breathe. Watching you hurt. Oh, Helen, world's ancient living beauty, nothing is going to stop your beauty from starting. Your beauty beats beneath these eyes. Nothing is going to stop these eyes from staring into the void. In the most unbreakable of...
A collection of Helen of Troy stories. " The artist prepares himself for his greatest challenge: to draw the portrait of the most beautiful woman in t...
The order of the universe is seemingly reversed, but then everything happens as it should, and the kiss somehow remains a part of it all. That kiss led to her birth, to her immortal heart beating within her mortal body. Her love is here, in and out of time. The mirrors in her eyes slowly begin to dissolve and the images continue to reveal a world divided by love and war. One eye reveals love while the other reveals hate. But then the mirrors seem to converge. She lies frozen, a statue, her heart longing to break free. Her body is trapped in time, her heart on the verge of beautiful release,...
The order of the universe is seemingly reversed, but then everything happens as it should, and the kiss somehow remains a part of it all. That kiss le...
Hercules visits a world in which people are literally enslaved by fear. He must save a queen and help her liberate her people. He and the queen trudge across a harsh desert until they find the enslaved multitudes and the evil king who uses fear to control them. Hercules realizes that he must face and defeat phobos once and for all. "Phobos, the factory of fear, is the place where all fears coexist. It is once again on the brink of an unseemly entrance. It turns every celestial ray tremulously devoted to the sun into blackness. It enters an unsuspecting heart, and then instantly proceeds to...
Hercules visits a world in which people are literally enslaved by fear. He must save a queen and help her liberate her people. He and the queen trudge...
War has claimed you, Achilles. It has abducted your name and reduced you to mere battle-bruised bronze. In this we are one, you and I, children of gods, both unloved and abducted by dauntless destiny. Now you appear to me in the guise of your abductor, destiny. But then I realize that your true abductor is none other than death. I watch my former life beautifully unspooling before me as you drift onward. Destiny and death move in your every rhythm, each smiling and moving as one, twins with hands spasmodically and organically entwined inside a womb whispering beneath all human shadows. In...
War has claimed you, Achilles. It has abducted your name and reduced you to mere battle-bruised bronze. In this we are one, you and I, children of god...
"In this realm, as in any other, broken bonds, cold logic, and deadly ambition coincide. No great warrior is consigned to purgatory. Only those with the most self-serving of interests survive. Those with a lust for bloodshed and detritus. You, demigod, are such a warrior. You are the breaker of realms," the voice tells him. A series of images appear. He sees himself raising his club aloft, men rushing at him with blades, and then his own hands bloodied beyond recognition. But then he opens his eyes and sees the dark of night. His wife, Megara, is sleeping peacefully beside him. Herakles'...
"In this realm, as in any other, broken bonds, cold logic, and deadly ambition coincide. No great warrior is consigned to purgatory. Only those with t...
"The Spartan king smiled grimly at a steady human river overflowing, observing its ominous glare as it darkly descended. The Immortals flowed ceaselessly before his eyes. Leonidas saw his life's days lunging at him like a spear. The Spartans stood undaunted and untrammeled against the Persian multitudes, flanked by time and timeless necessity. The moon glowed silver above the scene of imminent bloodshed. He shouted with a voice near-silent and near-seismic in its depth. Fists of fury came from all sides, and he brushed aside the looming shadow of quick, undignified defeat. Leonidas' mind...
"The Spartan king smiled grimly at a steady human river overflowing, observing its ominous glare as it darkly descended. The Immortals flowed ceaseles...
An old man finds Ariadne washed ashore, and he realizes that he has relived this moment over and over again. He remembers how he found himself in a labyrinth, and how a man has been trying to escape for many years. The old man fears that the labyrinth may be infinite.
An old man finds Ariadne washed ashore, and he realizes that he has relived this moment over and over again. He remembers how he found himself in a la...