For many thousands of years Aphrodite, Grecian goddess of love, had no need to ingest food. In fact, she still didn't need to. But she enjoyed it; the various textures and flavors made for a veritable cornucopia of food experiences ( Read more... )

Aphrodite closed the door behind Francine and locked it. She flipped the sign to closed, then turned and leaned against it, sighing at the ceiling.

( Now she knew what she'd been sensing off and on today. )

Anyone who was anywhere on the seventh or sixth floor of the Arms Hotel probably heard the high pitched scream coming from room 712.

Of course, it was a high pitched scream in a rather male voice.

After the scream, there was flailing, and a panicked ( phone call )

When Aphrodite awoke, it was in mostly darkness. Only one small lamp sat on the desk, spilling a small pool of illumination up to the ceiling ( Read more... )

She didn't have to be at the store today, which was left in the valiant hands of Valentine Wiggin, who was, according to Aphrodite, the girl who could find anythingNormally she'd flit back to Olympus, or pop over to Cupid's to see what was going on, but today she had other plans ( Read more... )

It was dark in the hotel suite, but suddenly several lights turned themselves on in strategic locations. Moments later several figures appeared, golden drops of light dripping away from them ( Read more... )

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It wasn't quite Olympus, but Cupid had managed to find a quiet mountaintop to build his home in the mortal realm. Leaning over the porch rail in the morning sun, a cup of nectar in her hand, Aphrodite sighed. It was a very peaceful place. So like her son to find something that reminded him of home, while still being placed firmly among mortals. ( Read more... )

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It was another squirrel. Or the same one, she couldn't tell. He was sitting on the window sill watching her ( Read more... )