OLEIA IS IN LOVE!

Excerpt from Chapter 23: Oleia stepped quietly out onto the piazza. One day she’d leave this mountain and her father’s olive groves. Who cared about Themisto and Hestia, or who replaced whom? A trivial matter to her as she daydreamed about being with Hippomenes on the lowlands along the Tempe River. Every night she looked at the moon and prayed for this to be so. Her body tingled with lustful delight when she imagined his long arms and strong legs around her. The conversation inside the house went on but she didn’t hear it.

Just as well. Facts had no place in her daydreams, caught-- as she was -– in the uncontrollable undercurrents of Human infatuation. Oleia was in love, hopelessly in love, and this would be her secret until the day she died.