Greco-roman truyện

Hades hates the beach. He hates the sun, and being social, and being forced to socialize. He prefers rainy days alone in his apartment with a book, not with 100 of his closest friends. Or, he hated the beach. Until a chance encounter with someone makes him look back and realize that a little bit of sun isn't a bad thing.

Annabeth, a Lady from the declining polis of Athens, must marry the Heir Apparent of Rome to save her polis and the rapidly expanding world from a threat even the gods couldn't foresee. #931 in fanfiction on 9/28/16. ----- Credit for the lovely cover goes to @shadowsleek. :)

A tale of two souls that are interlinked eternally; within this book lies the lives they've lived, stories they heard, and words they spoke.

Feisty Frederica Fitzgerald is just one day shy of her sweet sixteen when she’s nearly run over by a tall, dark dreamboat on a big black horse. Freddy can deal with the running over part—no harm done. The problem is the rider, Mr. Sex Bomb himself: Polydegmon, son of Hades and heir to the Greek Underworld. Freddy’s hooked on Polydegmon from the start (although dude, togas went out of style several thousand years ago), being near him is enough to make her tingle down to her toes. But he’s got secrets he isn’t sharing, and trouble follows him closer than his own shadow: rabid dogs running around the suburbs, insane crows stalking Freddy and, worst of all, the feral fairies of the Wild Hunt trolling her hometown for their next bit of human game. The closer Freddy gets to Deg, the weirder her life becomes, until Freddy discovers something about her own past that changes everything she ever thought she knew about herself. And her world…

Do we respond to poor Lazarus, in the midst of our gleaming City, with charity (scraps from our table), or do we seek to change the economic conditions that set up such extremities, as rich and poor? He came out of the synagogue, bearing the Candle of Life; the symbol of the holy illumination of the Spirit of truth, life, and the light that it gives. To whom he gave all the jewels of the ocean: diamonds, emeralds, and even a golden broach, that would clasp shut with the hands of a thousand singing angels. Of which the shafts of sapphire gave way, to the spiral seashells, and coral reef that lied upon the ocean bed. The votive candle has its own very beautiful incense that sent up its cloud of perfumed smoke heavenward; a symbol of prayer, the candle consuming itself is a representation of life. And as for the fact that He raised him from the dead; not to return to corruption. That I will pour out my Spirit, and give prophesy; the young shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. Whether t'is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take up arms against a Sea of troubles. And by opposing end; to die is to sleep. No more; and by sleep we mean death. To die, to sleep, and to dream per-chance. Sometimes I just try to find the subject and predicate, and I burn my wings. The terminal parts of their bodies fall off, and float to the surface of the water. The colloquial definition appears in the form of the constellation. The curve of stars at the front end of the Lion, question mark, the long Sickle. The wax of the candle drips down to resemble tears running down my face. For He said, "You are the light of the world."

An origin story of the Lansdowne young Heracles statue at the Getty villa. The famous sculptor Lysippos, the King and conqueror who needs no introduction, and the nameless Athenian boy whose image would endure. A tale of love, war, obsession, and greatness in the Ancient world. To whom does art bring glory?

This is a love story that took place in ancient Rome and it's about the romance between a slave and the emperor. Julius, who had just became emperor, finds himself talking to a slave. Alexandra (the slave) is trying her best to hide her feelings for the emperor from everyone not knowing that he feels the same way.