But murder and mayhem don’t bother Nico; what’s really on his mind is how to get closer (much closer) to Diotima, the intelligent and annoyingly virgin priestess of Artemis, and how to shake off his irritating twelve-year-old brother Socrates.
Opening: A dead man fell from the sky, landing at my feet with a thud. I stopped and stood there like a fool, astonished to see him lying where I was about to step. He lay facedown in the dirt, arms spread wide, with an arrow protruding out his back. He’d been shot through the heart.
That start will do me nicely. Is bro the same Socrates, you know, the Socrates that started out as a master stonecutter? The one in this story is known as the toad.
Bust of Pericles bearing the inscription “Pericles, son of Xanthippus, Athenian”. Marble, Roman copy after a Greek original from c. 430 BC
Exuberently delightful is how I’d sum this up: a total joy, flaws an’ all, and cram packed with high energy right from the get-go. I look forward to securing more in this series. Thanks for the taster, Susanna.
**spits into cup of the hand, then slams down a four star**