Without whom none of this would be possible.
Thank you for making all my dreams come true, babe.
“I must wrestle through time told by thousands of years,
For the new king of gods hath contrived for me
Bondage thus shameful.”
—Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound
Anxiety was a bitch he did not have the patience to deal with.
Nerves danced in Titus’s stomach as he scanned the satellite image illuminated by the virtual screen in his suite of rooms at the castle in Argolea. The forest outside the Misos Colony in Montana was as quiet as ever. No movement. Nothing out of the ordinary. No sign of her. But just thinking about finding her, about touching her again, made his whole body vibrate as if on the edge of a precipice.