King Minos is quick to use the creature to his advantage, and he seals him in an immense labyrinth hidden under the city, where, once a year, every year, an unfortunate group of seven Athenian men and seven Athenian women will be offered up to appease the Minotaur. Part-man, part-bull, he is the Minotaur, a creature destined to spread fear and disgust throughout Greece. Yet her title also brings with it terrible misfortune, for while Ariadne is still a child, her mother bears yet another son-only this child is nothing like the world has ever seen before. As the daughter of Minos, King of Crete, and granddaughter to Helios, god of the sun, Ariadne grows up in a life of luxury, accustomed to the many benefits offered to a Cretian princess. The novel is a modern retelling that focuses on the eponymous Ariadne from Greek mythology. I’m telling you this because, by the time I finished reading Jennifer Saint’s Ariadne, my throat was hoarse from all the talking. I realise this might seem a little odd, but it’s my way of slowing down my reading, allowing myself to fully appreciate that elusive, truly exquisite piece of writing. Something that I’ve always liked to do when reading by myself is to pause whenever I come to a particularly beautiful line of prose or dialogue and to read it out loud to the empty room.
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