“Bears?” Epaphroditus wrinkled his nose. “Everyone knows Prometheus was tormented by vultures. Every day they tore out his entrails, and every night he was miraculously healed, so that the ordeal was endlessly repeated.” Martial laughed. “The trainer who can induce… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
All writing is an act of self-exploration. Even a grocery list says something about you; how much more does a novel say? — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
When I was a boy, my grandfather taught me the list of kings: Romulus, Numa Pompilius, Tullus Hostilius, Ancus Marcius, Tarquinius the Elder, Servius… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Even the crudest, most derivative novel is an expression of the author's hopes and fears and ideas about good and evil. — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
“The strands (the gods) weave out of our mortal lives are like a pattern visible only from the heavens; we here on earth can… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Im like the painter with his nose to the canvas, fussing over details. Gazing from a distance, the reader sees the big picture. — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
In politics, reality and appearance are of equal importance. You cannot attend to one and neglect the other. A man must determine both what… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Some men are one thing on the surface and another underneath. The true poet shows not just the exterior of his subject, but all… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
“But sometimes...sometimes I wake with a mad thought in my head: What if that boy's life mattered as much as anyone else's, even Caesar's?… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Adrienne Mayor's inquiry into the myth--and surprising reality--of Amazon women begins with the fierce Greek huntress Atalanta, but takes us deep into the past… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
I'm like the painter with his nose to the canvas, fussing over details. Gazing from a distance, the reader sees the big picture. — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
