"The bus leaves in half an hour," Thalia says to the girl as she sits. "We have time for something to eat if you want ( Read more... )

Thalia is sitting beneath a tree in a park and reading the Orphic Hymn to Hermes in Attic Greek from a very well worn paperback. She's collected several books in her travels but has only kept a few (Hesoid's Works and Days and Theogony, Ovid's Metamorphoses, both the Homeric and Orphic Hymns and the Iliad) with her. She tried reading other, more ( Read more... )

Thalia sits in the library at a computer terminal and scratches lightly at the cut on her face from where one of those bird feathers had hit her. She shakes her head in wonder at it all. She saw the birds, felt the wounds their feathers had made and yet still a part of her wonders if she isn't loosing it or already lost it.

Blinking to focus she ( Read more... )

Thalia opens the front door cautiously and dumps her backpack onto the floor. She never knows what to expect from her mom when she comes home from school so she's always careful.

"Mom?" she calls out because it's better to let her know than to sneak in. "I'm home." Thalia tenses but there's no response.

"Great, she's passed out again," Thalia ( Read more... )