The story goes* that there was once a youth of such beauty in ancient Greece, that Zeus could not help but to fall in love with him. Of course, Hera forbid the consummation of her husband’s lust and, of course, Zeus did it any way in his own clever ways. He transformed into an eagle […]Read more "Dawning of the Age of"
There is desperate need in the Waiting Supplicants, knelt before the altar of the Vastness, lost in shadows. Darkest night passes above, around them–within–and seems to suffocate all hope. Beyond the cavern, the grunts and growls of hungry creatures claim the pre-dawn gloom. They pray, little more than whispers, but fervently alight with that hope […]Read more "Waiting for the Light"