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The Hyperboreans (working title) chapter 4 rough draft

The race to reverse the wind

As Hylonome predicted, everything took too long. The engineering challenges were great, and she had so little to work with. How would she do it? To use a bellows design was good for short bursts of air, but it was always limited by the size. To have it run even a minute, she would need a squeezebox the size of a building! And even then you would have to stop and blow it out again, or let the air out of a hole, and that breaks the suction cycle and defeats th...

The Hyperboreans (working title) chapter 3 rough draft

The divine consort

That morning, Choine was a lowly temple maiden. That night, she was the new head of the Temple of Boreas.

Within days, the offerings poured in the temple like never before, and Choine got the best of everything. Figs, olives, lamb, grapes! The finest clothes! Rugs, pottery, jewelry! Word spread quickly about the Sacred Mother, and many supplicants came to bring her their respects personally.

The temple made for a small, yet extravagant palace, as Choine mo...

The Hyperboreans (working title) Chapter 2 rough draft

The winds of destiny

The next day Choine climbed up to the roof once more, bared her sweat-dripping breasts to the north, and begged her love to return. And oh! The wild joy she felt when the wind again blew boldly south across her body, and Boreas’ intense gaze fell upon her once more.

“Boreas...I feared you would not come back.”

“Do you think me like Zeus, who ravishes and abandons mortals as he pleases? No, dear one. As the winter wind comes and goes each year, I ...

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The Hyperboreans (working title) Chapter 1 rough draft

Many ages ago, in the rocky foothills of ancient Aeolia, where on the plains below the titans fought the gods for dominion of the universe, a flat-roofed temple sat perched on top of a cliff. The air was hot and still, and as Chione the temple maiden climbed the ladder to the roof, her peplos dress clung to her body with sweat.

It was ironic that the day at the temple should be so stifling, as it was dedicated to Boreas, the winter god of the cold north wind. But he was also a ...

Tildred the Outcast

The love of the night creatures

The moon was out, the mist was down, and just outside the village, Tildred the Outcast stumbled out of the woods, wearing nothing and holding the tattered remains of her dress in one hand.

She had a beautiful body, which was more the pity. Her hips were round and generous, her breasts were ample, all glistening with sweat under the moonlight. A local fletcher once looked her up and down and cruelly remarked that he wouldn't mind taking her out bac...