Review by Ginny W.
The sunlight is almost blinding as it glints off the rolling hills of Phokis. My horse, Phobos, has somehow survived a bloodless goring by a bus-sized boar who charged right at us while we were enjoying a leisurely canter across a plateau. Unfortunately, he’s nothing like his namesake, because as soon as his legs fold under him he darts off and leaves me staring right down the barrel of the Kalydonian Boar. I roll out of the way just in time as giant tusks slam into the area where my feet were moments ago and as I escape a mortal wounding, time seems to slow. Flames lick their way down my twin blades and I score the beast across its flanks once, twice, and then a third time before the flow of time snaps back into place and the wounded animal roars angrily.