Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
*Post it.
I'm listening to and reading Lovely War.
Ares lounges upon the couch, underneath the golden net. Aphrodite has a faraway look, and a soft expression.
Her husband watches her. A tear shines in her eye. These mortals do something to Aphrodite. But what? They sound to the blacksmith god like any two mortals among millions.
Until he remembers the surge of awe, of rightness he feels when he raises a red-hot sword from his forge. This is what he was born to do. To make, to meld, to master heat and iron with all their power and resistance, and bring forth works of usefulness and beauty. If it made him fiery and unbending, how could he not become something like the iron in his forge?
2 comments:
Not what I was expecting at all from that lovely cover..... wasn't expecting Gods!! Sounds interesting! Happy weekend!
I need to read this. Thanks for sharing!
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