This is the story of Cupid--the god responsible for heartache, sleepless nights, and all those silly love songs—finally getting his comeuppance. When the god of love falls in love himself, things are bound to get interesting. And when he crosses his mama, Venus, in the process . . . Well, things ...
You would think that Cupid, the god of love, would have known this. Apparently he did not. Each night he came to Psyche and they made exquisite love. However, after a while, that was not enough for Psyche. She wanted to know who came to her in the night and made her feel more alive than she had k...
i did not understand that for the young change has no other content than change. the appearance of activity differentiates them from their parents. the task of youth is this definitive act of differentiation because the young can have only one priority — to see themselves. i mistook their eagerne...
Ansel lay in bed that night unable to sleep. It was as hot inside as it was out. He could smell the smudge pots his father had put on the front and back porches in a vain attempt to keep the mosquitoes out of the house. Neither the heat nor the mosquitoes bother him as much as the memory of Zeph’...
I love this book and would absolutely love a copy of it. The legend of Psyche and Eros is my absolute favorite story in the world. It proves that there is true love out there, and that people really do try with every bit of their effort for the one they love the most.
—Loretta Curtis