La Sirena
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 6m
Complete, First published Apr 30, 2016
Of Greek origin, the Siren is a mythological beast who is in the form of a beautiful woman who is only matched by her enchanting and mesmerizing voice that lures sailors into their watery graves. Commonly grouped together with the mermaids who can often be more playful and less violent than their counterparts. They harmonize on rocks lying in wait for their next victim. Why they do this is uncertain. Do they affect women as well...what about children? Are they real or fake? One must ask the woman who had a daughter so named after these creatures. Sirena Jones was her daughters name. Sirena who was obsessed with marine life and the supernatural finned creatures who swam gracefully underneath. Her home lies close to the sea where those fanciful fantasy women live. Dare she get any closer to see if her dreams are real? Be careful...truth is stranger than fiction and can be just as dangerous.
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The Last Nymph

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Maera was a nymph. Or was she? She claimed to be a genuine Nereid from antiquity. Right out of the pages of Greek mythology. Well, that's what she told Doc Roussos who lived alone on the island. Kalamos was remote and sparsely populated. An exquisite pine-covered jewel that rose steep and majestic out of the turquoise and cobalt Mediterranean. Maera would visit Doc on those summer nights uninvited. Arriving unannounced, she would appear at his ruin--a formerly destroyed Venetian castle. It was a place over the years he had more-less inherited, as volunteer custodian of the archaeological structure. But who really was this honey-haired girl who began to invade Doc's chosen isolation? Somewhere in her twenties, beautiful, and with a musical voice and a graceful gait, she seemed real enough to the retired professor. But it was her nightly stories which gave him pause for disbelief. They were tales from a long-ago past. And not just of previous ages, but romances and adventures Dr. Roussos had been long familiar with. Mythological accounts capable of beguiling a charmed listener well into a world time before time . . . But were the stories all she offered him?