Rachel Alexander's Blog, page 237
March 29, 2019
centuriespast:
Statuette of alabaster standing nude goddess,...
Statuette of alabaster standing nude goddess, from Babylon, circa first century B.C.-first century A.D. (with movable arms, and ruby eyes and navel).CreditVincent Tullo for The New York Times
March 28, 2019
floralls:
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by
Maria Grazia...
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
Canavese - Castelnuovo Nigra by
Maria Grazia Schiapparelli
The Good Counselor - Chapter 8
Book Three in the Hades and Persephone series. Seventy years have passed since Elysion was created, and Persephone’s efforts to conceive a child with Hades have been in vain. But a secret rite on Samothrace might bend the Fates and give her all that they have dreamed of, or pave a path of untold suffering.
Chapter 8Wind battered the west wall of the temple and guttered the torches. The winter had been a stormy one, a hard start to the season. The Thracians had worried that there hadn’t been enough sacrifices to Zeus at the Spring of Midas, The Arcadians swore that Poseidon had whipped up the seas in anger, and the Athenians worried that they hadn’t sent enough propitiations to Eleusis for Demeter.
But the summer had been kind to all. There were bountiful stores of grain— not just on Samothrace, but in every small village and great city in Hellas, Thrace, the islands and cities beyond. Orpheus stared out at the pool that dominated the center of the atrium. The oculus above and the slender clerestory windows had been sealed shut for winter, covered by tar-thatched reeds and battened down with hempen rope. It would keep the place warm for anyone seeking sanctuary. He reached the twelfth brazier and stoked it with an iron poker, the heat grown heavy beneath his woolen himation.
“Where did you hear the name Zagreus, hymnist?”
Every hair on his neck stood up. Orpheus stopped in his tracks and held his breath.
“Tell me.”
The new chapter had me feeling all sorts of things!??!!??!??!! I love convey emotion throughout your writing. Whether good or bad, those emotions come right through! Ahshhshshs. My heart aches or Hades & Persephone bc you can see that they want a child and
Thank you! I spilled sooooo many beans in that chapter about what happens throughout the rest of TGC. There’s a new Chekhov’s gun hung up with every sentence out of their mouths so the dialogue had to be flawless.
I know we’ve already gotten a taste of Persephone’s anguish when it comes to not having a baby, which is why I framed all the interactions with Orpheus to be with Aidoneus and having him spearhead this. I don’t think there’s enough media that goes into the emotions men feel when they want a baby but worry they are unable to have one. It’s its own set of unique hurdles.
