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eBook by Charles J. Schneider
eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: James Broussard, a Professor of Anthropology and Mythology at Yale, finds himself irresistibly drawn to Cytherea Sagapo, the author of an obscure treatise on the legend of Adonis and Aphrodite. The humble elementary school teacher, who lives in Paphos, Cyprus, reveals to James that she has written other manuscripts; and the curious professor decides to try and recruit her for the graduate program at his own university. As he learns more about the mysterious Cytherea through email correspondence, he imagines that she may in fact be his life's very own Aphrodite; and, with a single-minded romantic purpose, he plans a trip to visit her and meet Cytherea face to face. When he arrives, it seems clear that Cytherea is actually the real Aphrodite--and that he, surprisingly, may be the reincarnation of her one and only true love, Adonis.
Cytherea is a witty and clever romantic fantasy that features contemporary portrayals of the ancient deities set in modern day. This novella, which spans genres, will appeal to lovers of paranormal fiction, fantasy, and romance alike. The well-known characters from Greek legends come to life in these pages, as the author spins a creative and delightful tale of love, forgiveness, and redemption with a happily-ever after--albeit surrealistic--ending.
eBook Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing/Double Dragon eBooks, Published: Double Dragon Publishing, 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2011
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Before I knew her, I was utterly oblivious to who I truly was. Birth certificate, passport, driver's license, diplomas; each and every one of these documents smugly stated my identity, yet, a name and a picture do little to adequately define the person within. Adonis James Broussard, the papers factually read--my three names bluntly attesting to my blended heritage, while the truth behind my soul's conception actually lay hidden deep beneath the surface of my physical form, remaining a quiet and dormant secret until that day of unexpected revelation, when she and I finally met.
Adonis James Broussard: born in 1962, in the French quarter of New Orleans. I was the son of a Parisian father and a Greek mother, the only child born from the union of his mind and her body; his intellect and her beauty; his logic and her intuition. My French father, displaced from Europe to the States by the circumstances of his academic career, devoted his life to his scholarly calling--and to my mother. She was his cherished treasure--a Mediterranean beauty, his Aegean Goddess, and a vibrant epitome of virtuous sensuality whose life ended much too soon. After her death, my father's life lost meaning; and a few short years later, he heard her whisper softly in his ear. Heeding her call, he said his peaceful goodbyes and made his final journey to the other side.
My father, a Classics professor at Tulane, had high hopes for his only son; and from a young age, the rich academia that he fostered permeated my day-to-day life. It was my father's love for mythology that spawned my own interest in a similar scholarly concentration; and, following in his footsteps when I pursued my own doctorate, I became a respected authority in ancient cultures by the time I earned my well deserved tenure at Yale. My own given name, taken from the Greek legend that was dear to my own father's heart, seemed uncannily (or, rather, embarrassingly) appropriate to my specialty; and so I swept Adonis under the rug, and became James--or Jamie--to all of my friends and colleagues.
Like my father, I dedicated my life to the field; but unlike him, I never found the woman who could be my own life's Goddess. Yes, there were women; but none of them touched my spirit like my mother had moved my father. They loved my body, my face, my name, my titles, and my success--a superficial attraction that never went deeper than the facade of my mortal exterior. I searched, and longed, for the woman who could truly understand the true Adonis that slept beneath the blanket of my human covering.
And so, my story begins on a chilly day in early March, right before a birthday that I viewed as a particularly unwelcome milestone in my bachelor's life. I sat, sulking, in my office at the Peabody Museum, sipping my coffee while I graded papers from my Undergraduate seminar on Myths and Modern Culture. I had just penned a somewhat biting comment on the second to last paper in the queue--a particularly mediocre effort, which I leniently decided to give a C plus--hoping with a yawn that the last one would be better.
The Cypriot Identity Crisis: Ancient Greek and Turkish Influences on Modern Day Cyprus, the title read. "What have we here?" I thought. The topic intrigued me, since my mother was born on the Greek side of this Mediterranean island, living in Paphos until she moved to Paris at age 18, where she later met my father. The student's essay was well written and meticulously researched; and as I scribbled an A on the title page, I flipped back for a moment to his references, curious about the essay's sources.
Gianelli, Korphu, Christianson, Brantford: all of these researchers were familiar names in elite anthropology circles; and while some of them were only acquaintances, most of them were friends; and many of them were direct or indirect collaborators on my own academic projects and grants. Tealmann, Broadman, Zorcra--all three of them were prominent leaders in the field...but Sagapo? Who in the world was Cytherea Sagapo? I didn't know her; had never even heard of her. The student who had written the last essay had cited Sagapo's treatise on the Cypriote myth of Aphrodite and Adonis extensively in his essay; and from what I could tell, the unknown author's commentary on the legend's impact on the modern cultural concept of love seemed insightful and precise.