Spoken Like an Ancient

by Rebecca Jane

Prometheus, I'm cold. Can't you... please? Tonight, the high priest departs on a barge of wild lilies. We have the Temple of Folly all to ourselves. What do you say? You scratch my hubris, and I'll scratch yours?

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Rebecca Jane, author of The Vow, writes fiction to stay out of trouble. She always grins. She sometimes fails. She never squeals.