Warrior Rising [antikvár]

PrologueThetis of i\)e Silver Feet rose from tlye depths of the bidden cove. Her son was already there, awaiting her arrival. With that odd, almost preternatural sense of calm that had been his to command even as a babe, he stood on the beach staring with quiet intensity at the distant, watery horizon. He had not yet noticed her, so she took the opportunity to study him carefully.Though he had barely lived sixteen summers he more closely resembled the man and warrior he would become than the child she'd held at her bosom what seemed but a moment ago. He was magnificenther golden eaglet, her pride, her hearther Achilles. And today her soul wept for what Zeus's oracle had revealed to her. Thetis wished she could deny the truth of it or even simply run from the choices the great god had revealed. But she, too, was a deity, born of the water, daughter of Nereus, an ancient sea god, and she knew all too well that the prophecies of the gods could not be avoidedthat to run from them left only chaos and heartbreak and