A strangled cry startled him awake. He rolled over and back onto his ass, summoning his thyrsus, only to come face-to-face with a sheep. “Where did you come from?” he snapped. The sheep bleated loudly, and Dionysus cringed at the sound. His head hurt and the sun was making it worse. He squinted against it and then took in his surroundings. The cyclops’s island was vast and wooded, rising into high mountainous slopes. If the cyclops was among them, he wouldn’t even be able to tell. “Baa!” The sheep’s sudden cry made him jump. “Gods, will you stop doing that?” He glared at the sheep, but it
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