This is an epic of (literally) Greek proportions, as it concerns a group of gods and their godling children as they love and fight among themselves and their human creations. There are murders and trysts and demons—the children of god-human couplings—and a tale that spans thousands of years and generations of mortals who both worship and abuse their fickle deities. An absolutely delightful and charming read—I fell in love with every character.
A book takes place in time, not just in space. It is not information, but relation.
It is right that the murder of many people be mourned and lamented.
Even the best weapon is an unhappy tool.
What do they do, the singers, tale-writers, dancers, painters, shapers, makers?
Where to give all your precious fucks.
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