Part two of the Bacchus Trilogy ...
Caethes collapsed to her knees.
It wasn’t from exhaustion.
It wasn’t from fear.
It was from reverence.
Before her stood an Overlord. To her Marius had been a figment of collective imagination until ten seconds ago. A meaningless idol to be adored. Now he was made flesh.
She covered her eyes, not daring to look at him. But his image was burned on her retinas. He was half a foot taller than six feet, with a flock of dark hair, a chiselled torso that looked like marble, thighs as thick as tree trunks, and a loincloth so short it left nothing to the imagination.
He was magnificent.
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