Anaya. That's her name. The young temptress that's come to test my will. No matter how hard I try, her every seductive move breaks me, turning me into a monster who won't settle until he's had a taste. She's the nanny. The last woman on this earth I should be looking at, let alone desire. And to make matters worse, I only have myself to blame. I'm the reason my wife is gone. That same reason that left me wandering aimlessly in the desert, trying to find a way back to my kids. After fighting death itself, I make my way home, only to be served the cruelest redemption life has to offer. Anaya. A bitter chuckle falls from my lips because the irony is just too good. Her name, it means God's answer. But in truth, she's His torture, sent to end me once and for all.

Jack Tragedy strikes, again. Four years after suffering the loss of our parents, our brother is murdered right alongside his beautiful wife, the devastation leaving their three children orphaned. Not only have I lost my brother but now I'm forced to take on his two kids and stepdauther, Penelope. But Pen is far from the little girl I remember. No. She's all woman, with soft curves and plush lips-all things I shouldn't be noticing. I have three months before she leaves for college. And three months to make sure whatever threat against her life has been thwarted. Too bad for me, those three months will be nothing but torture laced with temptation, threatening to break my resolve. Can I come out of this unscathed, or will this lust drag me into the pits of hell where I belong? Penelope Lies, deceit, and death. It's all I've ever known. And trusting someone? Out of the question. Unfortunatley, teenager me didn't get the memo and I stupidly gave my crush-riddled heart to Jack Crown. He was older, wiser, and apparently a manwhore. I was his brother's stepdaughter and way too young. Not on his radar, and justifiably so. But that didn't stop me from falling for the only man who'd ever shown me real affection. No. I let myself trust him, thinking he'd always be there. The one constant in my crappy life. I was wrong.. Now, four years later, tragedy strikes again and by life's irony I've landed on his doorstep with only one thing to prove. I'm not the little girl he remembers, and I sure as hell don't need him anymore. -

In the perpetual running fight about the Homeric Homer, Mr. Andrew Lang has been for some years a most prominent champion. In his latest return to the fray, " The World of Homer " (Jazzybee Publishing), he lays about him in a very joyous and triumphant mood. His foemen are all those who hold, in some form or other, that " the Iliad is a mosaic produced by a long series of Ionian additions to an Achaean ' kernel.' " Against them he maintains that '' the Iliad is, in the main, the work of a single poet, as is shown by the unity of thought, temper, character and ethos " ; that it is " a work of one brief period, because it bears all the notes of one age, and is absolutely free from the most marked traits of religion, rites, society, and superstition that characterise the preceding Aegean, and the later ' Dipylon,' Ionian, Archaic, and historic periods in Greek life and art" Homer is an Achaean poet, composing for Achaean auditors at a time when "the glow of Aegean (late Minoan, Mycenean) culture still flushed the sky." In support of his contention he writes nearly three hundred pages under such captions as "The Homeric World in War," "Homer and Ionia" "Bronze and Iron," "Burial and the Future Life," and "The Great Discrepancies." It goes without saying that the argumentation is serious. Some historians have long been in accord with Mr. Lang's principal views, while differing from him about many details ; but from friend and foe alike the book deserves attention.

This is an English translation of Euripides' tragedy The Trojan Women about the consequences of war; the victors and the fate of those defeated in war. Focus Classical Library provides close translations with notes and essays to provide access to understanding Greek culture.