Fagles Iliad Audiobook Novels & Stories

Fenris leaned in closely as Lillia casually shuffled through a small pile of books, long after her maidens had left for the night. The faint scent of mint and lavender lingered in the air. “We could equally continue ‘The Art of War’.” Lillia chuckled quietly, “it’s not a bad book.” “Yes, but that’s because it’s a terrible book.” Fenris released a strained sigh, getting frustrated just by mentioning it. Lillia laughed. “But it has helped us learn a lot, and even helped the investigation. I am beginning to think I should read more books like that instead of fantasies.”

At this moment, he was able to see the person who was attacking him. It was Fuoco, but that man didn't seemed to know her and looked surprised when he realised it was a girl. Fuoco was attacking him vigorously and he was struggling to keep up with the sudden series of attacks being launched at him. Fuoco was a skilled fighter and it was clear from her perfect moves. She was looking like an incarnation of goddess of war and the sound from their duel was making the weak walls of that building shake terribly.

'Seems like we've reached the sea of memories. 'Holy Chewbacca.' 'Bless the moon goddess's tits to have us see such a mesmerizing sight.' 'Haven't seen this much cobwebs and why does the fog have to be pink?' 'What would it do now?' 'Heard from my father that it stirs up fights between people.' 'Only Alpha Finlay and some of his warriors have crossed the seven seas before.' Ophelia flickered her eyes open. It was dawn and she had been hearing men talk as they set to work.

“I must pray and sacrifice for the coming fight.” “When will we come to war?” “Soon.” “It is exciting, no?” Weaver didn’t look at her. “Not specially. My lust runs in a different way than that of war. You can kill a man but once.” *** Flavius sat on his behind outside the door of the Fogou. He couldn’t stop shaking no matter what he covered himself in or how much he hugged himself. His guts were empty, all voided, either by gagging or releasing naturally from below. He felt like a coward.