Primordial
Olympian

Can’t Think, Can’t Breathe, Part II

I could see her hair, her face, her clothes, but not her expression, I could see where she would want to go, I could see the route there, but not what to talk about along the way. […]

Goddess
Olympian

House of the Rising Sun

The air will be filled with the honeyed tones of the beautiful, and the words will be given life by those who weave their art upon the stage. Any drink a man could imagine will flow from our kegs. […]

Olympian

Love’s Radiance: Part I

I found that the best way to be beautiful and mysterious at the same time was to go undercover. I found my love for singing in a little club in Paris, and Maria was born: a sexy, redheaded broad who frequents many clubs to perform. […]