I’m trading my desk for dry stone walls and country lanes—off on a hiking trip along the Cotswold Way in the UK. Rolling hills, crooked pubs, historic villages, pints of English beer and a scone or two (or perhaps more because clotted cream and jam are so lovely). I’ll be offline for a bit, soaking in the landscape and letting the next stories simmer.
But before I vanish into the English countryside, I’ve left you something.
The Minotaur’s Bride is now live.
It’s a story about power, ritual, and desire, told through the eyes of a woman sent into the Labyrinth as a sacrifice and who refuses to play the part. Inside, she finds not a mindless beast, but a silent chained god. What follows is a tale of unexpected seduction, where fear gives way to hunger, and choice.
This isn’t just a story of sex (though there’s plenty of that in the second part). It’s about what happens when we strip away obedience and see what’s left: a woman who won’t kneel. A man who’s been waiting to be touched. And a temple ready to be remade.
Part One is available now. Part Two will post automatically this Sunday while I’m somewhere between hilltops and tea shops.
I’ll read your comments when I return. Until then—thank you for reading, and may your monsters be worthy.
— Eric