Prepare yourselvesfor the roaring voice of the God of Joy!
I hate to tell you this, Jason said, but I think your leopard just ate a goddess.
Did someone just call me the ? he asked in a lazy drawl. It’s Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus. Or, sometimes, Oh-My-Gods-Please-Don’t-Kill-Me, Lord Bacchus.
What appears in the former statue of Apollo, however, cannot simply be equated with the Olympian of the same name, who had to ensure light, contours, foreknowledge and security of form in his days of...
God alert! Blackjack yelled. It's the wine dude!Mr. D sighed in exasperation. The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!
Apollo nodded and Dionysus bowed to the room, sweeping his arms out to the sides with a flourish. And then he was gone.I shook my head. Okay. Who else thinks he was high as a kite?Hands went up across...
And, whoa! He turned to Mr.D. Your the wine dude? No way!Mr.D turned hi eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. The wine dude?Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine!My figurine.I...
If I had my way, Dionysus said, I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at...
And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. Do yo...
You do know how to play pinochle? Mr. D eyed me suspiciously.I'm afraid not, I said.I'm afraid not, sir, he said.Well, he told me, it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest...