Antilochus: Patroclus was killed
Achilles: *slowly removing his heart shaped sunglasses* I beg your fucking pardon?
Norse mythology from A to Z:
[S] - Skaði is a jötunn and goddess associated with bowhunting, skiing, winter, and mountains. She is the daughter of the frost giant Þjazi and wife of the sea god Njörd.
Athena: i love knitting needles
Athena: i can make a scarf. i can make a hat. i can stab your eyes out. i can make mittens—
Hestia: what was that middle part?
Demeter: she can make a hat
Norse mythology from A to Z:
[N] - Njörðr is a god associated with the sea, seafaring, wind, fishing, wealth, and crop fertility.
─James Jebusa Shannon (Auburn,New York, 1862 - London,1923)
I won’t hide it: I’m so unused to being – well, understood, perhaps, – so unused to it, that in the very first minutes of our meeting I thought: this is a joke, a masquerade trick …
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
The Aeneid - Amazon / L‘Eneide - Amazzone
by Fabio Fabbi
Greek mythology from A to Z:
[A] - Asteria (Ἀστερία) was the goddess of nocturnal oracles and shooting stars
Greek mythology from A to Z:
[E] - Eurydice (Εὐρυδίκη) was a nymph, one of the daughters of the god Apollo. She was married to Orpheus, a legendary musician and poet.
Slavic mythology from A to Z:
[A] - Alkonost and Sirin (Алконост и Сирин)
Alkonost in Russian legends is a bird of paradise with the head and hands of a girl. Legends say that Alkonost carries eggs to the depths of the sea in the middle of winter. Alkonost is singing so beautifully that the one who has heard it forgets about everything in the world.
In the medieval Russian legends, Sirin is definitely considered to be a bird of paradise, which sometimes flies to the earth and sings prophetic songs about future bliss, but sometimes these songs can be harmful to humans. Therefore, in some legends, Sirin acquires a negative value, so that it is even beginning to be considered a dark bird, the messenger of the underworld.
Automedon: *running into the room* GUYS-
Achilles: shh, can’t you see Patroclus is sleeping?
Automedon: *whispering* sorry
Achilles: it’s fine, why are you yelling anyway?
Automedon: *still whispering* the kitchen is on fire