Head of Zeus – Aries Fiction

Natural History, by Pliny the Elder, and a thick volume bound in cracked black leather, Czarny Ksiązka – The Black Book, by the Blessed Wincenty Kadłubek.

‘You’re sure it’s not your hearing aid? If you turn the volume up too high, you’ll get feedback.’

Mrs Bellman emphatically shook her

When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.

Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.

keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.

The real you—whoever she is—will get what she wants in the end

Your body has a knowing. Like an antenna, attuned to tremors in the air, or a dowsing rod, tracing things so deeply buried you have no language for them yet.

The words cleaved me in half. Mrs. Rush, my favorite teacher—the one I felt surely saw me, recognized I was special—couldn’t remember I existed.

The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble

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