A Mythraeum Magazinban megjelent Ladányi Klára: The Laurel Wreath című novellája (angol nyelven).
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“What did you do to her?” Artemis burst the door open and stormed into Apollo’s room. The god didn’t even look at her. He just sat in his nook and stared out of the window. His long fingers toyed with a wreath made of dark green leaves. Artemis watched her brother, waiting for him to reply, her perfect oval face contorted in a grimace. “Can’t you hear me? Where is she?”
“Who?” he said at last. His expressionless sky-blue gaze wandered towards his sister.
“Don’t play the fool! I meant Daphne and you know it.”
“Here” he said and tossed the wreath on the bed so that Artemis could look at it as well. The goddess’s pitch black brows furrowed.
“What did you do to her?” she said through gritted teeth.
“Me? Nothing. It was the river god,” Apollo said. His voice weakened as he turned toward the window again. Without letting his sister say anything, he continued. “I saw her this morning as I went for a walk. By Zeus, she was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. Her rich, soft voice filled the air as she sang more beautifully than any bird. She taught your song to that young Amazon of yours. That small girl whose chest is rather—”
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