The Greek Army at Aulis by Aoki Lee Simmons

The wind was dead, not angry or peaceful, or kind or cruel but dead. The air did not move but hung, hot and heavy, leaving men to gasp for breath in open space. The ships sat low in the glassy water, nothing moved. The waves lapping at the shore like the tongues of thirsty dogs at a trough empty of water. Weak waves, devoid of the aggressive white crests of… Read more