Last of the Amazons
the writer of the foreign bestsellers Gates of Fire and Tides of War provides his so much gripping and inventive novel of the traditional world–a gorgeous epic of affection and conflict that breathes existence into the grand fable of the ferocious woman warrior tradition of the Amazons.
Steven Pressfield has won a passionate around the world following for his great novels of historic Greece, Gates of Fire and Tides of War. In Last of the Amazons, Pressfield has exceeded himself, re-creating a vanished global in a super novel that would satisfaction his unswerving readers and convey legions extra to his singular and strong recovery of the previous.
In the time sooner than Homer, the mythical Theseus, King of Athens (an real old figure), set sail on a trip that introduced him into the land of tal Kyrte, the “free people,” a kingdom of proud girl warriors whom the Greeks referred to as “Amazons.” The Amazons, sure to one another as fans in addition to warring parties, distrusted the Greeks, with their smug speak of “civilization.” So while the nice conflict queen Antiope fell in love with Theseus and fled with the Greeks, the powerful Amazon kingdom rose up in rage.
Last of the Amazons isn't really in simple terms a masterful story of battle and revenge. Pressfield has created a forged of terribly bright characters, from the unforgettable Selene, whose hand over to the Greeks does not anything to tame her; to her lover, Damon, an Athenian warrior who grows to cherish the wild Amazon methods; to the narrator, Bones, a tender woman from a noble relations who used to be nursed by way of Selene from beginning and secretly taught the Amazon means; to the nice Theseus, the tragic king; and to Antiope, the noble queen who betrayed tal Kyrte for the affection of Theseus.
With brilliant immediacy and remarkable awareness to army aspect, Pressfield transports readers into the warmth and terror of conflict. both outstanding is his production of the Amazon kingdom, its humans, its rituals and myths, its greatness and savagery. Last of the Amazons is exciting on each web page, an epic story of the conflict among wildness and civilization, patriotism and love, guy and lady.
From the Hardcover edition.
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