Because of that, the young demigod grows up with the expectation of greatness tied to his self worth.
It belongs to the Fates, who have curated his existence as part of an elaborate scheme in the Trojan War.
They are not even boys anymore, they are young men.
Her father had been scrupulous about keeping her veiled until the ceremony, and my father had humored him.
The format is familiar: John Bonham's furiously attacking drum is really the lead instrument, until Jimmy Page tires of chording under Plant and takes over.
Achilles wakes, draws a hand over his soaked forehead.