Today, we're going to share a little of 'Aissa and Polyxena', my m/m mythical tale. One of my New Year's resolutions is to finish this and submit it to Dreamspinner Press. Wish me luck in doing so!
“What can I do?” I asked. “Helenus believed that as long as survived, Troy would live.” I swallowed the lump, forced it back down. “Besides, Achille swore he’d cross blades with me, before anyone else, including Hector.” I raised a hand to clasp Ganymede’s hand. It was smaller and cooler than my own. “Achille wouldn’t break his promise.”
“Not lightly, no,” Ganymede said. He released my hand. “For Patrocles’s sake, he would.” Tears were forming in the former prince’s liquid dark eyes. “Patrocles is doomed to die tomorrow by your brother’s hand.”