Cassandra is the second in the Delphic Women trilogy.<br /> <br />Doomed, magnificent Troy is burning…<br /> <br />Cassandra, the golden-haired princess cursed with the gift of prophecy, and Diomenes, the Achaean with the healing hands, become puppets of the gods.<br /> <br />Their passions are thwarted, their loves betrayed, their gifts rendered useless for the sake of a wager between two immortals.<br /> <br />Will Cassandra and Diomenes find each other in the light of the burning city?<br /> <br />And, if they do, can their love survive the machinations of malicious gods and men?<br /> <br />The Delphic Women trilogy: Medea, Cassandra and Electra.
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Kerry Greenwood. Cassandra
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Acknowledgements
The Cast. Trojans
Amazons
Achaeans (also called Argives)
Healers
Patients (or Suppliants)
Notes of the House of Atreus
Gods. Achaean
Trojan
Horses
PROLOGUE
I. Cassandra
II. Diomenes
III. Cassandra
IV. Diomenes
V. Cassandra
VI. Diomenes
VII. Cassandra
VIII. Diomenes
IX. Cassandra
X. Diomenes
XI. Cassandra
XII. Diomenes
XIII. Cassandra
XIV. Diomenes
XV. Cassandra
XVI. Diomenes
XVII. Cassandra
XVIII. Diomenes
XIX. Cassandra
XX. Diomenes
XXI. Cassandra
XXII. Diomenes
XXIII. Cassandra
XXIV. Diomenes
XXV. Cassandra
XXVI. Diomenes
XXVII. Cassandra
XXVIII. Diomenes
XXIX. Cassandra
XXX. Diomenes
XXXI. Cassandra
XXXII. Diomenes
XXXIII. Cassandra
EPILOGUE
Afterword
Age of the City of Troy
Cassandra
Customs of Troy and Achaea
Helen
Homer
Homeric Epithets
Homosexuality
Invented Characters
Language
Medicine
Siege of Troy
Troas and Novum Ilium
Troy as a Minoan City
BIBLIOGRAPHY. Primary Sources
Secondary Sources
General Sources
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KERRY GREENWOOD
Doomed, magnificent Troy is burning...
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We never minded Nyssa scolding. We learned a lot of new words. The only way she could effectively punish us was to separate us - we were proof against spanking and words ran off us like water off a turtle's shell. But when separated we cried so lamentably, and above all so loudly, that she always relented after about an hour and put us back together again. Whereupon we would cease crying instantly and embrace and then think of something even more wicked to do. Poor Nyssa - we led her a trying life.
Eleni and I were lying either side of Hector, resting our chins on his chest. He was broad shouldered, our brother, and we liked the way the muscles moved under his skin when he breathed. He was as golden as a lion, with a mane of bright hair and a bristly golden beard as thick as twigs at the roots. His hands were big, with golden hair on the back, which I liked to tug at, and his arms were massive and bound with gold bracelets. He wore a pale green tunic of the cloth which came out of Egypt and was called linen. They make it out of reeds.
