Ides

By Amy Stilgenbauer

Thousands of years have passed, but Calu can't forget who he is or how he came to be this way. Nor can he forget the beautiful goddess he did all of this for. Ides explores the backstory of Bethania and the mysterious wolf eyed hunter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Stilgenbauer
• Release date: Mar 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310482762

Amy Stilgenbauer

Amy Stilgenbauer is an information scientist, freelance writer, and baseball aficionado, who spends her life split between Ohio and Michigan. She received her degree in writing from Mount Union College in 2007.

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The Romans did not see [the tale of Romulus, Remus and the she-wolf] as a charming story; they meant to show that they had imbibed wolfish appetites and ferocity with their mother's milk. - Terry Jones, Terry Jones' Barbarians: An Alternative Roman History (2007).

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Countryside, Near Asisium, March 15, 753 BCE

Winter’s chill still clung to the stone floor of the temple, freezing Strenia’s bare feet as she made her way toward the altar. She felt the cold, but it didn’t envelope her like it did many of the others. Her brother claimed this was because of her warm heart. Strenia knew better. The frosty nature of early spring had little effect on her for precisely the opposite reason: she lacked the warm, blood-heated hearts of the other worshipers, wrapped in their wool and silks. She was different and she was only beginning to understand why.

Strenia... A woman’s voice called from the direction of Ops’ statue. Come forward. The voice was calm, almost sweet and motherly, but Strenia knew she had no choice but to obey.

Mother... She