Priestess of the Aegean-Book One: Fortuna's Magic
Book Details
Author(s)
Katarina Soul
Publisher
Katarina Soul
ISBN / ASIN
B005YE9QDY
ISBN-13
978B005YE9QD0
Sales Rank
#1,927,714
Marketplace
United States 🇺🇸
Description
Ancient Greece--500B.C.
What happens when a gifted Priestess, one crazy dog, malachite and mandrake roots, a fortune-telling crone, a love poet, three beloved men, a scoundrel, and the villianous Persians all converge?
Over two-thousand years ago, on the Aegean island of Chios, a stranger wrapped a newborn in mandrake leaves, placed her in a woven basket, and abandoned her on the doorstep of a seafaring sorcerer’s home. Ancient magic ruled the daily lives of merely a handful of Ionians, while cruel slavery imprisoned the masses.
My destiny was cast; would I mature into the rattle of chains around my ankles, toiling in the poisonous malachite mines? Or could I conjure magic powerful enough to plot my ingenious escape off the island, and flee from a prearranged marriage to the vile Themistocles?
In secret, I learned the forbidden recipes in Stavros’ Sacred Text: how to harvest mandrake roots with the help of Spartacus, my hunting dog, and how to create coveted kyphi incense to rid a haunted trireme of lingering demons. In time, I concocted a signature love potion, and handcrafted worry-beads out of malachite and copper, talismans treasured by war-torn mariners. Our Persian enemies encroached by land and by sea, determined to suppress our budding democracy. The Spartans grew stronger to the south, while Aegina’s generals postured for naval supremacy, pitting Greek against Greek.
I had to stop them all in their misguided tracks.
Over time, I mastered telekinesis--moving objects with my mind. I met old crones and love poets who taught me secretive invocations of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. It was treachery for a slave girl to invoke Apollo, the god of prophecy, in order to see into the future--but I had to risk everything. To reunite with my beloved, I would journey to the brink of Death.
While I tried to solve the mystery of my birth roots, three different men triangulated separate paths of alchemical devotion; before the Persian Wars were over, one would die, another would become my devoted friend, and the third would capture my unbridled affection.
If only our gods would allow it.
What happens when a gifted Priestess, one crazy dog, malachite and mandrake roots, a fortune-telling crone, a love poet, three beloved men, a scoundrel, and the villianous Persians all converge?
Over two-thousand years ago, on the Aegean island of Chios, a stranger wrapped a newborn in mandrake leaves, placed her in a woven basket, and abandoned her on the doorstep of a seafaring sorcerer’s home. Ancient magic ruled the daily lives of merely a handful of Ionians, while cruel slavery imprisoned the masses.
My destiny was cast; would I mature into the rattle of chains around my ankles, toiling in the poisonous malachite mines? Or could I conjure magic powerful enough to plot my ingenious escape off the island, and flee from a prearranged marriage to the vile Themistocles?
In secret, I learned the forbidden recipes in Stavros’ Sacred Text: how to harvest mandrake roots with the help of Spartacus, my hunting dog, and how to create coveted kyphi incense to rid a haunted trireme of lingering demons. In time, I concocted a signature love potion, and handcrafted worry-beads out of malachite and copper, talismans treasured by war-torn mariners. Our Persian enemies encroached by land and by sea, determined to suppress our budding democracy. The Spartans grew stronger to the south, while Aegina’s generals postured for naval supremacy, pitting Greek against Greek.
I had to stop them all in their misguided tracks.
Over time, I mastered telekinesis--moving objects with my mind. I met old crones and love poets who taught me secretive invocations of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. It was treachery for a slave girl to invoke Apollo, the god of prophecy, in order to see into the future--but I had to risk everything. To reunite with my beloved, I would journey to the brink of Death.
While I tried to solve the mystery of my birth roots, three different men triangulated separate paths of alchemical devotion; before the Persian Wars were over, one would die, another would become my devoted friend, and the third would capture my unbridled affection.
If only our gods would allow it.
