In Epiro, a kingdom in Greece, Perseus is prophesied to be a great demigod hero and king, with a legacy that will shape the world of Gaia. When he was born, his grandfather exiled him, and his mother brought them to Seriphos, where she created an academy for demigod youth. Perseus trains there and waits for the day when he will be able to take the throne of Argos.
Despite potential future glory, Perseus’s fellow students think he is weak. By the time he reaches manhood, he has given up the hope of having any real friends, until Antolios, a son of Apollo, takes an unexpected interest in him. Perseus and Antolios fall in love, but Antolios knows it cannot last and leaves Seriphos.
Perseus, grief-stricken and lonely, rebels against the Fates, thinking he can avoid the prophecy and live his own life. But when the gods find him, he is thrust into an epic adventure. With his divine powers he fights gorgons, sea serpents, and other monsters, and he battles against his darker nature. Perseus strives to to be the man he wants to be, but the gods have other plans.
While I love to write and talk about writing, I’m always amazed how passions can inspire other passions. I’m an animal lover, and one summer day, while walking my dog Megan, I decided we were going too slow, so we ran. And that’s how I became a runner at the age of fifteen. Since then I’ve run four marathons, and am planning my next two!
Though Megan introduced me to the sport, she probably wasn’t the best running dog, honestly. She was a Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier, and I’m not sure if you are familiar with the breed, but they are incredibly stubborn. If we didn’t run where she wanted to run, she’d make me drag her, and I have a scar on my elbow where she tripped me into gravel. The gray bits of rock are still under my skin. But that didn’t stop me from trying to run with other dogs.
After my husband and I had been married several years, we adopted Julius, another Bichon. At the time, we had ferrets, so we needed a dog that was friendly with small animals. When we picked Julius up, he was about as big as the ferrets, so I wasn’t worried about them getting along (they totally bossed him around). I was also excited about having a running dog again, just like Vito. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. Julius hates to run. As I learned later, apparently that’s common for Bichons, who fall under the stubborn category as well. Such is my luck!
Instead of a running dog, I have my running partner, my mom. Running has inspired travel as well, and we ran the Paris marathon in April 2015. Every time we race, I think about how lucky I am to be running with her. In fact, she usually kicks my butt. Hopefully in 2017 we’ll be racing the Edinburgh marathon. Paris was her pick, and Edinburgh is mine. I also want to do Victoria Island. They say the race is so beautiful, you’ll want to keep running—however, after twenty-six miles I can assure you I’ll want to stop.
Thanks again for having me, Elizabeth. May the wind be at your back.
Meet B.A. Brock
When not writing, Brock spends his time reading/reviewing novels, training for marathons, and bemoaning the fact that the world has yet to make a decent gluten free donut.
You can find more of his works, as well as reviews and his blog.