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Blackbirds sang their twittering songs, greeting Eos on her chariot, riding over the sky. Theseus rose from a drunken sleep and wondered how he had been able to sleep anyway. He found himself under an olive tree not far away from the palace. He wiped over his face and heard water's mumbling. He looked around and saw a little spring between stones, gargling over moss and tiny, white flowers. Thirstily he drank until he felt he wasn't alone anymore. Muffled steps, like from a horse, crossed the me
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Theseus could have roared. He was so angry he stomped the grass under his feet when he walked back to the village, never seeing the people who wondered why they all had spent a night in uncomfortable positions like on a stool, on the threshold of their shops, behind a market stand. But they never cared because strange things happened before since the island had been occupied by a God. He didn't know what to do. What he had seen was too much to comprehend. Just yesterday Arian was so promisi
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Naxos was a small island, usually visited by ships to gather water, food and fruits, so the island had a harbour, a small town and lots of gardens where the inhabitants grew fruits and vegetables. Nowadays there spread a rumour among them. About wild men, shoulders draped with fawn skins, with goat feet, carrying swords and serpents. They were flushed with wine and scared Naxos' people to death. They had gathered in a new palace that had appeared there amid a little olive grove from on
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Just from afar Theseus heard quarrelling voices; he quickened his steps despite the burden of Ricos' body. "You've almost killed us!" Arian shouted. When Theseus turned a corner that ended at the entrance gate of the labyrinth he saw Arian standing there, hands propped upon his hips with a red face, shouting down his sister. "So what?! You've killed our brother!" Ariadne shouted back. "I was close behind you, don't worry, I wouldn't have let you die. Just him." Her head pointed wi
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Theseus didn't sleep much. All his senses were too aroused to find peace. He still smelled Arian when his head hit the pillow, rosemary and a little of wild animal. Sex, where the sheets were still damp from his juice. He also thought about Ricos and matched both. But Ricos - he was sure - would find pleasure tonight in the arms of Otos and Pallas. But he wasn't envious, for Arian was a man he had dreamt of for a long time. He was all man. Theseus almost forgot that he had just found him and had
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He woke up when a hand was touching him on the naked shoulder. Startled he rose to find Arian standing there. "Your friends are in their chambers again. If you like to talk with them, you're free to do so. But I assume you're hungry." Theseus took the bath towel, wrapped himself and followed Arian to his room. He was surprised to see this polite treatment. He felt almost like a welcomed guest to another cultivated kingdom. He couldn't deny that Crete was indeed a cultivated kingdom . . . de
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The seas of Crete were clear. The sun directly overhead threw its light into the waters so there were some plants to be seen and many fish. Sometimes reflections of light sparkled like colourful diamonds. Theseus stood at the railing and looked down. Perhaps it could be golden ducats or shiny jewels from sunken ships. Perhaps it could be the iridescent scales of the goddesses of the sea. Maybe big mussels that had opened their mouths widely that Theseus could adore their treasures. But prob
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The High priestess' hand of Athena disappeared in the wooden voting box in which were gathered all the tags on which were written all names of Athens' youth. It was a question of honour and nobody, not the senators, nor rich merchants and farmers backed out of this ceremony that took place each seven years when the tribute was due. Except the slaves and freedmen who didn't belong to the noble class and had no need to attend. Incense wavered around the head of the priestess and his father Ae
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This was Athen's Agora - the market place where there was everything to buy Theseus could imagine. Grain from Euboa, goods from Thracia and the north coast of the Black Sea. Silverware from Laurion. Wool and linen clothes, coloured and single ones, crockery made from burnt clay, amphorae with curved handles and pretty ornaments. Theseus sauntered along the fruits and vegetable stands. His fingers were itching to pick a bright yellow lemon or a velvet peach, thick like blood drops inside dar
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This is the story of Gilgamesh, King of Uruk and his lost love Enkidu. Gilgamesh - being immortal - was searching very long. In fact he had searched the whole world to find the one he had lost. And then it was almost impossible to convince Lucien that he was the one, just another embodiment ...
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It was one of those Autumn-nights. The leaves fell down with a soft rustle as they loosened themselves from the branches. I can hear them fall, just like I can see things other humans can't -- many things, through all the ages. It has been a long journey for me and my companions; my clique, my band. Clique. What an odd name to use for me, for us. When I had been born it seemed only natural to fraternize with other men. Later they called us sodomites and other less pleasant things. I must sa
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Cool waves crashed over his head as he dived into the river. He opened his eyes under water and thought about the Misty Rose, the miraculous herb he nearly died trying to obtain. It was good to have washed away the dirt and sweat of his long journey. His relief though was only momentary - too strong were the fears that urged him home. The waves of the Euphrates spat him to the shore, where he knew his clothes lay safe along with his most important possession: the Misty Rose, a simple herb though
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Julian, dancer at Berlin's State Opera, comes from a one night stand, determined to leave his sober minded partner alone on Christmas Evening. He is looking for something else. But on his stroll through the city he meets people who make him change his mind.
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Julian looked upon the sky that had lost its bright blue. Yesterday the world had seemed to awaken to a second Spring but now the sky had thickened to a radiant whiteness that was cold and crispy and from which it could start to snow any moment. Julian drew in the air while he stood upon the stairs that led to the Hilton Hotel, his hands deeply buried in the pockets of his coat. He felt tired and somehow diminished. No wonder after all those nights. His feet were hurting because he hadn't g
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It was Autumn in South-Tyrol. The figs on the large trees with the finger-shaped leaves were ripe to pluck. Leandro had known figs before but he had never tasted that ripeness fresh from a tree before, standing in Daniel's garden. It went well together with the white, creamy cheese Daniel had prepared for them. Lazily he stroked the young male shepherd dog between his legs, then he groped for the postcards lying on the oak wood table next to the window. His look fell upon the grassy mo
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Capitol Hill Vincenzo shivered despite the warm, balmy air. The echo of the shot roared in his ears. What did this mean? Was Leandro dead, struck down by the killer? And Daniel? Vincenzo's whole body shook and he was about to piss in his pants. What should ne do? See what happened there in the darkness between the mighty museum's buildings? He jumped when he heard a car behind him. It had taken the same way as he and Daniel had a few minutes ago. The door opened and Cornelius stepped ou
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Rome's Underground Sebastian nibbled at the unsalted Roman bread and drank a tiny bit of water. Who knew how long it had to suffice. Slowly he really wondered about his crackpot idea to come here. Had he thought that Andrea would wait for them just around the corner? Even worse, he had dragged Roberto into this undertaking and now he was responsible for him. They had reached the second level and actually, sooner or later, they must meet the tunnels that were open for tourists. For a while he
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Via Appia Roberto rang at the house with the number 34. It had been four days since he had heard from Andrea. He didn't show up at their usual meeting point and Roberto couldn't reach him. Nobody had heard from him. Worried he had decided to visit him personally - nobody knew what George Rosenstock would have in stock. When he saw the barricaded house - all blinds pulled down - he was even more worried. Nobody answered his ringing. Had George taken him to London again? Or had something
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Leandro arrives in Rome to work in the famous Villa Giulia. At Sebastian's birthday party he falls in love with Sebastian's cousin Daniel, owner of a castle in South-Tyrol in the north of Italy. In Rome's gay community two murders happens and everything seems to point to Cardinal Borghese. Leandro is in high danger when he acts as the bait, leading to a show down at Capitol Hill.
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Via Appia Andrea had snatched one of George's newspapers laying on the kitchen table. He couldn't believe it. Sebastian had been under suspicion of murder and was in custody for almost 48 hours. Since he was a man of Rome's interest, the newspaper reported it under the title 'local news' which Andrea always read first. The evening paper George had brought when he came home said that he was released this noon because another murder happened at Luigi's Bar. Madonna mia. He was just thankful th
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Via Appia George didn't know whom he missed more right now: The man from Chamber 4 or Andrea. The man with the hood and the long cock had given him the most impressive orgasm of his entire life, and he knew that he had difficulties to get hard anyway. Just a few men recently had been able to turn him on constantly. One of them had been Marcus Weidenbruch, the dark beauty from Berlin he had met at London's Tower and corrupted with the one and only screen Sir Edward Burne-Jones had designed. H
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Park Borghese, Pincio The Scirocco was gone. After a suffocating heat, a fresh wind blew away the leaden clouds and a deep blue sky appeared. Leandro didn't expect the Borghese Park to be so big. He had managed his first day at work without difficulties, with great zeal he devoted himself to his work at the village of Cerveteri. Now he was sitting in a cafe at the Napoleon-terrace, overlooking the town, Ben and Simon by his side. They had visited him and the museum. Leandro felt comfort
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Via Appia George had explained that one of their neighbours was Sophia Loren - wow, Andrea thought. So it had to be a very exclusive area and pretty expensive too. George's new house was actually an very old one but he had filled it with comfortable modern furniture, steel and glass. And a large bar, filled with George's favorite drinks - gin and martini. It was situated at Via Appia Antica, the old road the ancient Romans built for their troops and army when they had set out to their c
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Galleria Borghese With glistening eyes Principe Gianluca Borghese-Caffarelli pulled apart the paper with the logo of the bookshop where he was a regular customer. In front of his eyes lay the biggest treasure he had ever called his own - and the most expensive. Tenderly, with trembling fingers, he caressed the old leather binding of a thick book, with the initials "HP" cut in red and gold. "Hypnerotomachia Poliphili" he thought. Finally. He bent over it, absorbed the tangy smell and sig
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The Protagonists Leandro Fermi-- Young archaeologist from Volterra/Italy. Coming to Rome to work for the Etruscan Museum at Villa Giulia. Friend of Sebastian von Scheffel. [see "A promise and a curse"] Andrea Cassini-- One of Sebastian's ex-lovers. Got involved with the robbery of Daniel von Falkenstein's altar. Jumping between a relationship with Roberto and George Rosenstock. [see "A promise and a curse"] Roberto Pinotti-- Friend and lover of Andrea. Together with Andrea he robbe
