He stood by as Patroclus dressed in Achilles’ own armor, the son of Thetis’ pride preventing him from joining the battleeld and leading...

The last modicum of my mind cries for the olive trees. My fingernails belong in a laurel crown, rest me on the head of an Olympian and...

As my breath faltered, I dreamed of your lips. “My lips, my lips.” A whisper against mine. How I longed to kiss the earth you tread upon,...