| The Shadow of Achilles Contributor(s): Komborozos, Costas (Author) |
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ISBN: 1523690496 ISBN-13: 9781523690497 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $7.59 Product Type: Paperback Published: January 2016 |
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| BISAC Categories: - Fiction | Literary - Fiction | Classics |
| Physical Information: 0.28" H x 6" W x 9" (0.40 lbs) 130 pages |
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| Publisher Description: After the Trojan war, a Myrmidon is washed upon strange shores, and he learns that he must learn his destiny in order to become more than an ant-sized shadow in the insurmountable shadow of history. "No demigod dreads death. But being mortal, a Myrmidon walks in the shadow of a demigod in order to make peace with death, the rushing dark of it, the unabated truth of the blackness ultimate. Achilles is dead. The Myrmidons have all fallen apart from me, the recipient of fate's undeserved succor. They emerged from the ants on Zeus' sacred oak. Zeus made them vast and innumerable as the ants on the oak. Ants became men and populated Aegina. But now they are nearly without number. Myrmidon, the Thessalian King, is our great ancestor. I feel that I am Aiacos, Achilles' grandfather, who found himself living on an island alone. Zeus gave him comfort by turning ants into people and thereby allowing Aiacos to have company. The Myrmidons were the first to build ships with sails, but now history recedes with a mere, wistful blink. I stand here on the verge of pure, static zero. No thoughts nor memories can I marshal. The ten-year siege of Troy has yielded an afterimage: the blood-rimmed bowl of the ocean being chased by a blankness too beautiful to be called oblivion. History has already marched ahead. And I, an Ant man among the dead shadows of other Ant men, drown in its unparalleled shade. A Myrmidon is an Ant man as he fights with a vast contingent of men. He is never supposed to follow without a lead. He is a man fighting with other men when death breathes the multiplied breath of the enemy. For mortals on a battlefield, death arrives sooner than imminence. Foolishness outlasts fear. I was astounded by my own survival. I stand here alone and undead on a pristine beach. The wind whispers. I trudge along the shore in the hoping of catching an echo in that whisper. I imagine Achilles rising to the throne abdicated by an Agamemnon unfit to rule. An Agamemnon driven mad by the voices of the gods. Achilles sits on the throne and motions for me to come forward. The distance between us no longer seems godlike. I, foolish mortal that I am, once again yield to a foolishness that outlasts fear. Achilles drinks from a bejeweled cup. He drinks from his own mortality. But mortality swallows him before he can swallow it. Then everything dissolves, and I see the past recede. I find myself vainly pursuing destiny's stolen bride. No, it is not Helen. It is a world displaced from its shore. I must regain my purpose and rush past the all-encircling gloom. The Trojan Aeneas escaped with other Trojans before the Greeks besieged the city of Troy. I must find Aeneas. But something else awaits than a fugitive Trojan. I need to find what remains of a world that still beats inside me." |