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Do the old myths still have something to tell us? What experiences could the figures from the Trojan War give us today? The author wanted to know. He set out to talk to them. You answered his questions. He was able to gain prominent conversation partners, such as Cassandra, Penthesilea and Odysseus. Stay tuned for the answers and immerse yourself in the magical world of Greek mythology. This book "The Gods Don't Roll Dice" takes you into fictional dialogues with characters and creatures who are ready to share their stories and their lives with you.
Excerpt: "Cassandra"
"Instead the king's anger turned against you. As if your predictions had triggered everything that followed. His anger was directed at the messenger, not at the person who caused it. He accused you, the unheard one, of what he did not want to accuse his son of. Your own exposure would have been too great. He was a king when he should have been human because of his self-deception. And he was a father when he should have been a king for Troy's sake.
He now asked you to be a priestess. You should wrest victory from Apollo over the Greeks. You should worship him, whom you had offended so deeply, and beg him for victory. You couldn't do it. How? And you had to disappoint your father. You could only tell him the truth. The truth that he didn't want to know and for which he reviled you.
So your brother Hector was the only hope you had until Achilles mocked and disgraced this hope. But what use could the strength of Hector have been to the Trojans against the cunning of Odysseus? The wise Athena held her protective hand over the Ithacian, while Troy seemed abandoned by all the gods.
How you begged, Cassandra. You cried, you begged. You yelled at her. You rolled on the floor in despair. Beware of the gifts of the Greeks, you said again and again, their price is destruction. But they didn't believe you. You were a woman who seemed out of her mind. As always, they interpreted your visions as delusion. They believed that the gods had given them an easy victory. They wanted to believe their wish more after the years than your certainty. Drunk with wine and the supposedly good ending, you opened the previously insurmountable gates to death and welcomed it with open arms.
Poor Cassandra, how heavy your fate must have been that night. You had known it. You saw it coming and couldn't warn them. Your calls and your pleas went unheard. The cries of the drunken drowned out your warning until they were drowned in the cries of the dying."
Excerpt: "Cassandra"
"Instead the king's anger turned against you. As if your predictions had triggered everything that followed. His anger was directed at the messenger, not at the person who caused it. He accused you, the unheard one, of what he did not want to accuse his son of. Your own exposure would have been too great. He was a king when he should have been human because of his self-deception. And he was a father when he should have been a king for Troy's sake.
He now asked you to be a priestess. You should wrest victory from Apollo over the Greeks. You should worship him, whom you had offended so deeply, and beg him for victory. You couldn't do it. How? And you had to disappoint your father. You could only tell him the truth. The truth that he didn't want to know and for which he reviled you.
So your brother Hector was the only hope you had until Achilles mocked and disgraced this hope. But what use could the strength of Hector have been to the Trojans against the cunning of Odysseus? The wise Athena held her protective hand over the Ithacian, while Troy seemed abandoned by all the gods.
How you begged, Cassandra. You cried, you begged. You yelled at her. You rolled on the floor in despair. Beware of the gifts of the Greeks, you said again and again, their price is destruction. But they didn't believe you. You were a woman who seemed out of her mind. As always, they interpreted your visions as delusion. They believed that the gods had given them an easy victory. They wanted to believe their wish more after the years than your certainty. Drunk with wine and the supposedly good ending, you opened the previously insurmountable gates to death and welcomed it with open arms.
Poor Cassandra, how heavy your fate must have been that night. You had known it. You saw it coming and couldn't warn them. Your calls and your pleas went unheard. The cries of the drunken drowned out your warning until they were drowned in the cries of the dying."
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