The sublime aroma of the purest sustenance of Mount Olympusfloated over as Thalia walked past the Nectar Emporium. Gods were made up of energylike all beings ever created, but they needed to feed the powers within them with Nectar.The need pulled Thalia in and she had to buy a bottle --or ten -- even though… Continue reading *Excerpt* from A Muse in Manhattan
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