Status Updates From Os Cantos Perdidos da Odisseia

Borrowing from my friend Anna. I really like it so far!

Death leaned over Helen and whispered in her ear. Menelaus could not quite make out what he said but his mind was full of dead suns, ancient cities made of ice, cold still things, quiet and thoughtful, on the edge of slipping into nothing. Of falling forever. Death drew her up out of bed and pulled her face into his chest and the dream faded.

- “Death and the King”

This is a nice little dessert after finally finishing the original. The stories are short, and strange, splitting off from and refracting and reinterpreting the familiar events, characters, and themes in ways that are always thoughtful, often revelatory. Beautifully written, too.