before. It was all too easy to miscalculate, to skew his arrow a hairsbreadth
from the mark. He released the arrow, stunned when it hit the target.
face. “Why do you smile?”
Her smile grew. “We shall make history.”
you see that?”
competitor. An adversary to respect. He nodded, puzzling over the affect this
woman had upon him.
silence fell upon the spectators. He would lead this time. The target was
miniscule, an easy miss…
field to the targets.
the ground, her hands clasping her bow as she shifted from foot to foot.
it high, the crowd erupted with cheers and applause—to be drowned out by
rolling thunder. Rain fell down in torrents, lightning split the sky in quick
succession, sending all in the stands in search of shelter. He would have
followed the others, but she stood, staring up at the sky, smiling. So he
remained at her side.
Instead, he stepped closer and took her hand in his. Only then did she look at
edge of the field. He’d scarce heard the crackle and snap of its mighty trunk
before the air around them whistled and the tree began to fall. He did not
think, but pulled her tightly against him, sheltering her with his body. When
the ground shook with the force of the fall, he held her still. Her back was
pressed against his chest, her scent tickling his nose, while his arm cradled
her waist. His hold eased once he knew she was safe, but the feel of her curves
against him was a heady thing. If not for the chill of her wet tunic on his
skin, he would have held her until she forced him to release her.
aside, Coronis would be dead—pinned beneath the tree. His chest felt heavy,
weighted by a most crushing pressure. The feel of her, trembling against him,
was the greatest comfort. He drew in a deep breath, running his hands along her
arms. “You are cold,” he murmured, his nose brushing her ear.
features. She stared up at him with a face so conflicted he would draw her
close once more. Instead she ran from him, toward the safety of her father’s
I loved Greek and Roman mythology when I was a kid. All of the tragic events that occurred in one's life could be explained by pissing off the wrong God. I have read the previous books in this series and what I liked most was the retelling of famous tragedies and the trials that lead to their legend. This book was no different. The God in question is Apollo and mortal lady love Coronis. This is the third book in the series, which I highly recommend that you read in order; it just flows better that way. While on his way to participate in the Pythian Games (as one does when a tournament is held in your honor), he comes across Coronis, a huntress of the first water and he's capitivated by her beauty and skill and taken aback by her sharp wit and tongue. As you would guess, Greek gods have nothing better to do than to pit one God against the others and to constantly undermine one another. The ending was somewhat what I expected and it left a bad taste in my mouth.