Hearken, you who would wander into lands unknown. I have sung of heroes whose fortunes turned on the whims of the gods, men who...

I have sung of the rage of Achilles, a fury that cost the Achaeans a thousand lives, all born from a prize of honor...

I have sung of Achilles's rage and Odysseus's long journey home, and in their struggles, the Muses have shown me a great truth: the...

Hark, you who would build a new Troy from dust and hope. A wall of stone may keep out the wolf, but a story...

Listen, for I have sung of how the fate of armies can turn not on the sharp bronze of a spear, but on the...

The memory of a people is not carved in stone but sung on the wind. I have seen generations rise and fall, and what...

Hear me, for I sing of a law more vital than high walls or sharp spears: the sacred bond of xenia. In a world...

Listen, and I shall tell you of a craft more enduring than bronze, a library built not of stone but of the human soul....