Medeia

Sister Ophelia, I write to you from the dawn of centuries. Perhaps you have heard of me. I was the Princess of Colchis, granddaughter of the sun god Helios — Medea. I will seek you out in the labyrinths of the seventh heaven. Hamlet will never breach that place. Nor will Jason. Though, I have been waiting for Jason for a very long time. Here, the scorching light of the sun cannot reach, nor can the relentless curiosity of others. Here, every color turns infinitely blue, and every memory returns to its primal form. Our entire history, as told by others, is but a distorted reflection of our true and unrepeatable life. Poets sang of us. Dramatists judged us. And history remembered only what it wished to remember. But I offer you my own story. A tale of the time before the Argo breached the Colchian boundaries. Before fate turned my name into a legend. Before Medea became Medea.

Pagine	135
Formato	[US] Stampa bianco e nero - standard - 6.0x9.0 pollici - Carta crema - Copertina opaca
Peso	184 gr.