Book Description
The sight of bruised bronze is seared into her most recent memory. Helen races to relive the spark of her lost love, her young eager mind nearly broken beyond remembering. Achilles was rushing up the spiraling staircase, his imperfect armor casting an imperfect gleam on her eyes. His hand was about to reach her when he suddenly vanished. With a single terrified breath, Helen saw him become a ghost. Helen descends the staircase and sees Paris laying half-bloodied on the ground. Paris reaches his hand toward her. Helen kneels beside him and holds his hand. Paris whispers words to her, words moving toward her like charioteers during a race. The words are about to reach her ears, but then she sees Paris dissolve into empty air. Helen sees her, Iris, the messenger of the gods as she enters through the window. Her eyes move upon Iris' phantom-like movements.