Brand New Ancients

But the plight of a people who have forgotten their myths and imagine that somehow now is all that there is is a sorry plight, all isolation and worry – but the life in your veins it is godly, heroic.

All men are weaklings, all women are whores. And they will have their power, two starving mouths desperate to devour, to digest the flesh of the city that raised them so sour, a hunger for vengeance that never sleeps but endures. A hunger satisfied every night but every morning restored. In the old days they would have been warriors swords singing

But his supermen abandoned him, the shock of it anchored him, he couldn’t move a muscle – he felt like he was dreaming, found himself weeping to the sounds of her shrieking but unable to move he was stood there, invisible and useless as Glory burned brighter than any one of Zeus’s daughters, the fight in her eyes was inspiring. He saw her, the quie

It was like she’d reconnected with a strength she had forgotten she possessed. Her heart beat like wings in her chest.

punch-happy fists, sad eyes – but between them was decency, between them a bond, a shared weakness that made them both strong. If you see them, hoods up, prowling the pavement at night you’ll walk quickly away, skin prickling with terror but they know love, though, and they know laughter, know each other as brother, friend, father. Equals. Gods in

Jane – Brand New Pandora, legs crossed on the floor, with the lid off the box, heart full of shame and stomach in knots, no going back, she must learn to forgive herself and move on, ’cos what happens in love is beyond right or wrong.

I am speaking of those who cannot tolerate the loss of myth and who can neither find a way to a merely exterior world, to the world as seen by science, nor rest satisfied with an intellectual juggling with words, which has nothing whatsoever to do with wisdom.

Clive was close to her, one hand on her shoulder, the other opening his flies, she felt the fury rise, stared straight into his eyes; he couldn’t meet her gaze but she wouldn’t look away.

The Gods are waking up and reaching for their partners, the gods are raising kids doing PhDs and Masters. The gods are having physio, learning how to walk after a fall, the gods are feeling miserable and they don’t know who to call, the gods are lying on the floor feeling far away and worthless, the gods have forgotten that they’re gods, that they’