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Indie author, editor, trans man, queer fantasy fan. 19th Century Russian lit and 21st Century Chinese webnovels.

I will edit your book!

Read my book: https://tapas.io/series/Big-Dead-Energy/info

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I want Kiké Hernandez to be my weird uncle.
Uncle Kiké looking like he woke up late for his cocaine deal after the Grateful Dead concert. But honestly I love his style
October 30, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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Some rabbits, but not all
From Mervyn Peake’s Titus Groan, “…who can order her to do anything. She said, dear, that she'd burn down the whole place, burn down Gormenghast when she was the ruler and she'd live on her own, and I said she was wicked, and she said that everyone was - everyone and everything except rivers, clouds, and some rabbits. She makes me…”
August 22, 2025 at 3:40 AM
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So the source of all these dragon myths is just someone’s drunk uncle? Yeah, my uncle slayed a dragon, too, buddy. Go get him a Lone Star and a pack of smokes and he’ll tell you all about it.
From Russian Myths by Elizabeth Warner: “where a vengeful mother dragon pursues the hero who has destroyed her sons. The dragon in byliny In the Kievan cycle of byliny, which dates to the tenth to fourteenth centuries and deals with the heroic defence of Kievan Rus against its external enemies, the dragon-slayer is Dobrynya Nikitich, often identified with the historical figure of Dobrynya who lived in the second half of the tenth century and was uncle to Vladimir I of Kiev. The bylina about Dobrynya's fight with the dragon was a popular one, existing in more than one hundred versions. It usually begins with a parental warning. Dobrynya's mother forbids him to go bathing in the dangerous River…”
August 20, 2025 at 2:03 AM
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I made this meme about how John was Jesus’s favorite disciple for my bff but they didn’t care, so I’m taking it back from them and giving it to y’all instead
“Mom who’s your favorite?” meme but it’s Jesus and John the Evangelist
August 4, 2025 at 3:16 AM
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Poetry is gay. Knights are gay. War is gay.
“Both their shields are pierced and shattered.... The brave knights grapple, by and by, Black dust thrown high into the sky, As their steeds themselves engage, The combatants, twined, motionless, Clasp each other; tis war they wage, Yet glued to their saddles, no less, Their limbs squeezed near to excess. Rigid now, locked tight together, Swift fiery blood runs through each vein, Yet breast to breast, they toil in vain... But both weaken now, and waver, One soon must fall - and, suddenly, With iron hand, our knight, tears free, Ousts from the saddle his tired foe, In his arms he lifts him, wholly, And hurls him to the waves below, 'Die then, my envious rival, go, Drown deep!' he cries maliciously.” From Ruslan and Ludmila by Alexander Pushkin, trans. A.S. Kline
July 23, 2025 at 2:37 AM
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Wow, this Bog (leaving it, better title anyway) Dead Energy book sure does keep ending up on staff picks lists; I wonder if it’s any good!

tapas.io/series/Big-D...
Tapas community staff picks list with a bunch of novels including Big Dead Energy, which I wrote. Which you can read for free on Tapas!
June 17, 2025 at 2:47 AM
king-goldfish.bsky.social
Beautiful night tonight
Image of anti-ICE protesters in the street facing down cop cars Austin’s south congress bridge at sunset
June 10, 2025 at 4:27 AM
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Thucydideez nutz
Thucydides: “During the same summer Nymphodorus, son of Pythes, an Abderite, whose sister Sitalces had married, was made their proxenus by the Athenians and sent for to Athens. They had hitherto considered him their enemy; but he had great influence with Sitalces, and they wished this prince to become their ally. Sitalces was the son of Teres and King of the Thracians. Teres, the father of Sitalces, was the first to establish the great kingdom of the Odrysians on a scale quite unknown to the rest of Thrace, a large portion of the Thracians being independent. This Teres is in no way related to Tereus who married Pandion's daughter Procne from Athens; nor indeed did they belong to the…” “same part of Thrace. Tereus lived in Daulis, part of what is now called Phocis, but which at that time was inhabited by Thracians. It was in this land that the women perpetrated the outrage upon Itys; and many of the poets when they mention the nightingale call it the Daulian bird. Besides, Pandion in contracting an alliance for his daughter would consider the advantages of mutual assistance, and would naturally prefer a match at the above moderate distance to the journey of many days which separates Athens from the Odrysians. Again the names are different; and this Teres was king of the Odrysians, the first by the way who attained to any power. Sitalces, his son, was now sought as an ally by the Athenians, who desired his aid in the reduction of the Thracian towns and of Perdiccas. Coming to Athens…” Grandpa Simpson: “SO I TIED AN ONION TO MY BELT, WHICH WAS THE STYLE AT THE TIME.”
June 9, 2025 at 3:19 AM
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I have always wanted to post a Notes app screed. I would link the accounts I'm talking about so this would make more sense, but there's no point now, really, is there?
Notes app screenshot: Why I Deleted My Harry Potter Fanfic It’s not that deep. I’m a trans man. J.K. Rowling wants my trans sisters eradicated from public life. She would probably prefer if all of us trans people were eradicated, fully, so it’s some small solace that she’ll never accomplish that. No one can. We exist; we’ve always existed; we will always exist. Small-minded hate-mongers like her can’t change that. All the money in the world can’t change that. But it will certainly try. What money can do is buy you a lot of influence, power, and your very own fund dedicated to stripping rights from a demonized and scapegoated minority group you’ve chosen to use as an avatar for all your own insecurities, doubts, and fears. It’s a lot more expensive than therapy, and it will never give you a goodnight kiss, but it can cause millions of innocent people unnecessary pain, so, you know, pros and cons. Anyway, I haven’t written Harry Potter fanfiction in years. I’m not going to rhapsodize about what the series meant to me as a child. There are other books—lots of them, in fact. I’ve even read a couple! What I will rhapsodize a bit about is how much writing these fanfics I’m about to take down meant to me. I loved it. All of it. I spent years writing these stories, and to say they helped me develop as a writer would be gross understatement. They made me the writer I am. There are things in them that make me cringe, and plenty of things I wouldn’t write now. But that just shows how they helped me learn, grow, and mature. I loved these stories when I wrote them, and I love every person who has read and liked and commented on them over the years. Even now, decades after I wrote the first words of “The Life You Lose” (I must have been sixteen? It was far from my first fic), I still get sporadic emails saying someone has left kudos on it or written a comment. It makes my day, every single time. Ironically but unsurprisingly, writing these Harry Potter fanfiction was a huge part of my transition. I used writing from a male POV—from Regulus’s POV, from Sirius’s POV—as escapism. I spent so much time in their worlds, in their skins, so I could avoid being in my own. They helped me realize that, while I couldn’t live in fictional skins all the time, I could make my own more comfortable. I could change my own world. It’s a story a lot of us have. I’m happy now, for the most part. We comfort ourselves, sometimes, with the idea that the rich are cruel because they are unhappy, because there is some fathomless well inside of them that no amount of gold shoveled in will ever fill. Money can’t buy happiness and various other platitudes. And while I do believe that fathomless well exists, I don’t think it means the rich and cruel are unhappy. I think many—perhaps most, perhaps all—of the rich and cruel are too emotionally and mentally shallow to recognize their own hollowness. I think they are happy, in their own vapid way. I think being cruel gives them great joy and satisfaction. They’ve constructed realities in which their cruelty is justified and their wealth their earned reward. It’s impossible to be that wealthy and remain that wealthy without assigning yourself outsize importance far beyond the due of any single human being. Look, me taking down a few fanfics that I love and some other people over the years have loved (or at least liked!) is not going to affect J.K. Rowling in any appreciable way. So why do it? Well, as a small act of spite, for one. Small acts of spite bring me joy, too. But it’s mostly because of those sporadic emails that used to bring me much greater joy. It’s mostly because occasionally, people are still stumbling on these fics, and I can’t stomach the idea that anyone might read something I wrote and be encouraged to stay engaged with Harry Potter and its fandom and ultimately to give Rowling any more money and attention—through merchandise, tickets to Universal, streaming numbers for the reboot, whatever various, nefarious revenue streams these goons have; I’m not an accountant—that she’ll use to humiliate, degrade, and strip the rights away from my trans sisters. It’s a symbolic gesture. But it’s mine, and I’m making it.
June 1, 2025 at 5:34 AM
king-goldfish.bsky.social
I love Russian literature
From Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya: HELENA. What a fine day! Not too hot. (A pause.) VOITSKI. A fine day to hang oneself. TELEGIN tunes the guitar. MARINA appears near the house, calling the chickens.
May 15, 2025 at 2:10 AM
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Xerxes screaming, "Serenity now!" as he whips the Hellespont
"What is right, that is my wish. I am no friend of the man who is a follower of the Lie.4 I am not hot-tempered. When I feel anger rising, I keep that under control by my thinking power. I control firmly my impulses." 17. The kingly qualities DNb; XP1. Two inscriptions, virtually identical in content, one inscribed on Darius I's tomb at Naqsh-i Rustam (DNb), the other, in Xerxes' name, found 2 km north of Persepolis (XP1). The Darius inscription is trilingual, the Xerxes one only survives in Old Persian: Kent, DNb; editio princeps of XP1, Gharib 1967; Schmitt 2000, DNb; XP1.1 Translations: Lecoq 1997: 221—4; 259—61; Brosius 2000, no. 103.
April 12, 2025 at 5:54 PM
king-goldfish.bsky.social
Have we tried this yet? This can’t be a worse way to put forward a candidate than whatever the DNC has been doing
85 THE HISTORIES for Otanes only; they also agreed upon another to be shared by all: permission, namely, for any of the seven to enter the royal presence unannounced, except when the king was in bed with a woman. They further agreed that the king should not marry outside the families of the seven confederates. To choose which should be king, they proposed to mount their horses on the outskirts of the city, and he whose horse neighed first after the sun was up should have the throne. Darius had a clever groom called Oebares. After the meeting had broken up, he went to see this fellow, and told him of the arrangement they had come to, whereby they should sit on their horses' backs and the throne chould ho horse neioh.
April 11, 2025 at 5:44 AM
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Boom, roasted
BOOK TWO 163 displeased by this, as he soon showed; for when the rebels had actually offered him the throne, he prepared to lead them against Apries, who, hearing of the danger which threatened him, sent Patarbemis, a distinguished member of his court, with orders to bring Amasis alive into his presence. Amasis, however, in answer to Patarbemis' summons, rose in his saddle (he was on horseback at the time), broke wind I, and told him to take that back to his master. Patarbemis persisted in his request that the rebel should obey the king's command and go along with him, whereupon Amasis replied that that was precisely what he had long been intending to do: the king would have no cause of complaint upon that score - he would come, sure enough, and bring others with him. This answer, and the preparations he saw already going on, were enough to convince Patarbemis of Amasis inten-tions; he hurried back to the court, to inform the king with the least possible delay of the turn events had taken. On his arrival there without Amasis, Apries fell into a violent rage and, on the spur of the moment, ordered his nose and ears to be cut off. The Egyptians, who up to then had been loyal to the king, seeing a fellow countryman of such distinction treated in this shameful way, immediately went over to the rebels and put themselves at the disposal of Amasis. At the news of their detection, Apries armed his mercenaries (a body of 30,000 Carians and Ionians,
April 10, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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The Herodotus-posting will continue until morale improves
Herodotus: “…criticizing these theories, I must express an opinion myself about a matter so obscure as the reason why the Nile floods in summer, I would say (to put the whole thing in the fewest words) that during winter the sun is driven out of his course by storms towards the upper parts of Libya. It stands to reason that the country nearest to, and most directly under, the sun should be most short of water, and that the streams which feed the rivers in that neighbourhood should most readily dry up. But let me explain in somewhat greater detail my view of…”
April 1, 2025 at 2:28 AM
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Well this is for sure the plot of my next novel
Herodotus: “a Rhampsinitus possessed a vast fortune in silver, so great that no subsequent king came anywhere near it - let alone surpassed it. In order to keep the treasure safe, he proposed to have a stone building put up, with one of its walls forming a part of the outer wall of his palace. The builder he employed had designs upon the treasure and ingeniously contrived to construct the wall in such a way that one of the stone blocks of which it was composed could easily be removed by a couple of men - or even by one. When the new treasury was ready, the king's money was stored away in it; and after the lapse of some years the builder, then on his death-bed, called his two sons and told them how clever he had been, saying that he had planned the device of the moveable stone entirely for their benefit, that they might live in affluence. Then he gave the precise measurements, and instructions for its removal, and told them that if only they kept the secret well, they would be the Royal Treasurers as long as they lived. So the father died and his sons lost no time in setting to work; they came by night to the palace, found the stone in the treasury wall, took it out easily enough and got away with a good haul of silver. The king, on his next visit to the treasury, was surprised to see that some of the vessels in which the money was stored were no longer full, but as the seals were unbroken…” Herodotus: “and all the locks in perfect order, he was at a loss to find the culprit. When the same thing happened again, and yet again, and he found that each time he visited the chamber the level of the money in the jars had still further fallen, he ordered traps to be made and set near the money-jars. The thieves came as usual, and one of them made his way into the chamber; but, as soon as he approached the money-jar he was after, the trap got him. Realizing his plight, he at once called out to his brother to tell him what had happened, and begged him to come in as quickly as he could and cut off his head, lest the recognition of his dead body should involve both of them in ruin. The brother, seeing the sense of this request, acted upon it without delay; then, having fitted the stone back in its place, went home taking the severed head with him. Next morning the king visited his treasury, and what was his astonishment when he saw in the trap the headless body of the thief, and no sign of damage to the building, or any apparent means of entrance or exit! Much perplexed, he finally decided to have the thief's body hung up outside the wall, and a guard set with orders to arrest and bring before him anyone they might see thereabouts in tears, or showing signs of mourning. Now the young man's mother was deeply distressed by this treatment of her dead son's body, and begged the one who was still alive to do all he possibly could to think of some way of getting it back, and even threatened, if he refused to listen to her, to go to the king and denounce him as the thief. The young man made many excuses, but to no purpose; his mother continued to pester him, until at last he thought of a way out of the difficulty. He filled some skins with wine and loaded them on to donkeys, which he drove to the place where the soldiers were guarding his brother's corpse. Arrived there, he gave a pull on the necks of two or three of the skins, which undid the fastenings. e -44 THE HISTORIU finally he changed his tune, and, appearing to have recovered his temper, drove the donkeys out of the roadway and began to rearrange the wineskins on their backs. Meanwhile, as he chatted with the soldiers, one of them cracked a joke at his expense and made him laugh, whereupon he made them a present of a wineskin, and without more ado they all sat down to enjoy themselves, and urged their benefactor to join the party and share the drink. The young man let himself be persuaded, and soon, as cup succeeded cup and the soldiers treated him with increasing familiarity, he gave them another skin. Such a quantity of wine was too much for the guards; very drunk and drowsy, they stretched themselves out at full length and fal asleep on the spot. It was now well after dark, and the thief took down his brother's body and as an insult shaved the right check of each of the guards. Then he put the corpse on the donkeys' backs and returned home, having done successfully what his mother demanded. The king was very angry when he learnt that the thief's body had been stolen, and determined at any cost to catch the man who had been clever enough to bring off such a coup. I find it hard to believe the priests' account of the means he employed to catch him - but here it is: he sent his own daughter to a brothel with orders to admit all comers, and to compel each applicant, before granting him her favours, to tell her what was the cleverest and wickedest thing that he had ever done; and if anyone told her the story of the thief, she was to get hold of him and not allow him to escape. The girl obeyed her father's orders, and the thief, when he came to know the reason for what she was doing, could not resist the temptation to go one better than the king in ingenuity. He cut the hand and arm from the body of a man who had just died, and, putting them under his cloak, went to visit the king's daughter in her brothel. When she asked him the question which she had asked al…
March 30, 2025 at 3:57 AM
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Found trying to clean out my Notes app
Notes app screenshot: “Gifts の Bitterness in this conclave is the opposite of love in this club”
March 25, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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It’s a real knee-slapper, for sure
From Herodotus: “This same queen was also the perpetrator of a grim practical joke. She had a tomb made for herself over one of the main gateways of the city, right high up above the actual entrance and caused the following inscription to be cut on it: If any king of Babylon hereafter is short of money, let him open my tomb and take as much as he likes. But this must be done only in case of need. Whoever opens my tomb under any other circumstances will get no good of it. The tomb remained undisturbed til the reign of Darius, who resented being unable to use one of the city gates - for he never did use the one under the tomb because, had he done so, he would have had to drive directly under the corpse; moreover, he thought it was absurd, when treasure was lying there asking to be taken, not to take it. So he opened the tomb. He found, however, not a penny inside - but only the body of the queen and another inscription, which read: ‘If you had not been insatiably greedy and eager to get money by the most despicable means, you would never have opened the tomb of the dead.’ So much, then, for the character of Nicotris.”
March 24, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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I love how fucking stupid our lawmakers are
Screenshot of a bill introduced in the Texas House which would prohibit “public institutions of higher education from providing instruction regarding the use of gender pronouns.”
March 21, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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For anyone wondering, the scene in question (with spoilers blurred): tapas.io/episode/3104...
“We dug graves for XXX and XXX. Buried their bones where they died. I was happy to give his broken skull a proper resting place, happy to cover it with dirt and let him return to the land. I took a fingerbone with me. The smallest knuckle from his smallest finger. I didn't tell XXX about it. I dropped it in my pocket and felt its weight like the bottle of returner I had treasured and worried. When I slipped my hand in after it, it nestled next to my pinky.”
March 8, 2025 at 1:58 AM
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Last entry in the Catalogue of Nipples. Sadly it comes a full seven books before the end, in Book Seventeen. I think I missed a few prior to Book Five. Next up, I will analyze who succumbed to wounds of the nipple and present conclusions
guest friends was dearest to Hektor, and lived at home in Abydos. In the likeness of this man far-striking Apollo spoke to him: 'Hektor, what other Achaian now shall be frightened before you? See, you have shrunk before Menelaos, who in times before this was a soft spearfighter; and now he has gone taking off single-handed a body from among the Trojans. He has killed your trusted companion, valiant among the champions, Podes, the son of Eition. He spoke, and the dark cloud of sorrow closed over Hektor. He took his way among the champions helmed in the shining bronze. And now the son of Kronos caught up the betasselled glaring aegis, and shrouded Ida in mists. He let go s9s a lightning flash and a loud thunderstroke, shaking the mountain, gave victory to the Trojans, and terrified the Achaians. First to begin the flight was Peneleos the Boiotian. For he, turning always toward the attack, was hit in the shoulder's end, a slight wound, but the spear of Poulydamas, who had thrown it o from a stance very close to him, had grated the bone's edge. Then Hektor wounded in the hand by the wrist Leitos, the son of great-hearted Alektryon, and halted his warcraft, and he drew back staring about him since his spirit had hope no longer of holding a spear steady in his hand to fight with the Trojans. Gos Now as Hektor made a rush for Leitos, Idomeneus struck him on the corselet over the chest by the nipple, but the long shaft was broken behind the head, and the Trojans shouted. Now Hektor made a cast at Deukalian Idomeneus as he stood in his chariot, and missed him by only a little, but struck the follower and charioteer of Meriones, Koiranos, who had come with him from strong-founded Lyktos. Now Idomeneus at the first had come on foot, leaving the oarswep. ships, and now would have given the Trojans a mighty triumph, had not Koiranos swiftly come up with the fast-running horses; Is came as light to the other and beat from him the day without pity, but himself lost his life at the…
March 3, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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Big Dead Energy is a staff pick on Tapas this week! Thank you, Tapas staff, for recognizing the urgency of stories about sucking and blowing loads of energy all over the place.

(Actually it’s mostly about greed and power and how revolutions are hard to do; most of the loads blown are metaphorical)
Screenshot of Tapas staff picks page showing that Big Dead Energy is indeed a staff pick again!
February 28, 2025 at 12:18 AM
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Book Fifteen, Melanippos struck in the nipple. Sad but predictable. 😔
and have considerator u since more come through alive when men consider each other, and there is no glory when they give way, nor warcraft either? He spoke, and they likewise grew furious in their defence, and put his word away in their hearts, and fenced in their vessels in a circle of bronze, but Zeus against them wakened the Trojans. Then Menelaos of the great war cry stirred on Antilochos: 'Antilochos, no other Achaian is younger than you are, s70 nor faster on his feet, nor strong as you are in fighting. You could make an outrush and strike down some man of the Troans. So speaking, he hastened back but stirred Antilochos onward, and he sprang forth from the champions and hefted the shining javelin, glaring round about him, and the Trojans gave way in the face s75 of the man throwing with the spear. And he made no vain cast but struck Hiketaon's son, Melanippos the high-hearted, in the chest next to the nipple as he swept into the fighting. He fell, thunderously, and darkness closed over both eyes. Antilochos sprang forth against him, as a hound rushes 580 against a stricken fawn that as he broke from his covert a hunter has shot at, and hit, and broken his limbs' strength. So Antilochos stubborn in battle sprang, Melanippos, (324 ]
February 28, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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In a nipple drought. We will have to make do with a buttock from Book Thirteen.
one to will satistaction than in war; but in this the Trojans cannot be glutted. 640 So Menelaos the blameless spoke, and stripping the bloody armour away from his body gave it to his companions, and turned back himself to merge in the ranks of the champions. Now there sprang forth against him the son of King Pylaimenes, Harpalion, who had followed his father into the fighting 64s at Troy, and did not come home again to the land of his fathers. He from close up stabbed with his spear at the shield of Atreides in the middle, but could not drive the bronze all the way through it. To avoid death he shrank into the host of his own companions, looking all about him, for fear somebody might wound him with the bronze; 650 but as he went back Meriones let fly at him with a bronze-shod arrow, and hit him beside the right buttock, so that the arrow was driven on through under the bone to fix in the bladder. There, sitting among the arms of his beloved companions, he gasped out his life, then lay like a worm extended ( 288 ]
February 26, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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Hurled by the nipple! Book Eleven is rich with them
BOOK ELEVEN we shall not have our way for long, since Zeus the cloud-gatherer would wish to give the power to the Trojans rather than to us.' He spoke, and hurled down Thymbraios to the ground from his horses 320 with a stroke of the spear by the left nipple. Meanwhile Odysseus killed this lord of battle's henchman, godlike Molion. They left these to lie there, since they had ended their fighting, then went into the ranks and wrought havoc, as when two wild boars hurl themselves in their pride upon the hounds who pursue them. 325 So they whirled on the Trojans again and destroyed them. Meanwhile the Achaians gladly drew breath again after their flight from great Hektor. There they took a chariot and two men, lords in their countryside, sons both of Merops of Perkote, who beyond all men knew the art of prophecy, and tried to prevent his two sons 330 from going into the battle where men die. Yet these would not listen, for the spirits of dark death were driving them onward. 'ydeu' son, Diomedes of the renowned spear, stripped them of life and spirit, and took away their glorious armour while Odysseus killed Hypeirochos and Hippodamos. There the son of Kronos strained the battle even between then 335 as he looked down from Ida. They went on killing each other. Now Tydeus' son stabbed with the spear Agastrophos, a chief and son of Paion, striking at the hip joint. His horses raged on amo had a henchman holding them aside, while he, dismounted, 340
February 21, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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Rejoice! Book Eleven heralds the return of the nipple, accompanied by splattered brains.
Book 11: “BOOK ELEVEN with the sharp spear, nor did helm's bronze-heavy edge hold it, but the spearhead passed through this and the bone, and the inward brain was all spattered forth. So he beat him down in his fury, and Agamemnon the lord of men left them lying there and their white bodies showing, since he had stripped off their tunics. Then he went on to kill and strip Isos and Antiphos, two sons of Priam, bastard one and one lawful, both riding in a single chariot. The bastard, Isos, was charioteer and renowned Antiphos rode beside him. Before this Achilleus had caught these two at the knees of Ida, and bound them in pliant willows as they watched by their sheep, and released them for ransom This time the son of Atreus, wide-powerful Agamemnon, struck Isos with the thrown spear in the chest above the nipple and hit Antiphos by the ear with the sword and hurled him from his horses, and in eager haste he stripped off from these their glorious armour which he knew; he had seen these two before by the fast ships when Achilles of the swift feet had brought them in from Ida. And as a lion seizes the innocent young of the running deer, and easily crunches and breaks them caught in the strong teeth when he has invaded their lair, and rips out the soft heart from ther and even if the doe be very near, still she has no strength to help for the ghastly shivers of fear are upon her also and suddenly she dashes away through the glades and the timber sweating in her sneed away from the so there was no or”
February 21, 2025 at 5:50 AM