She called herself Aphrodite and no one dared refute. This monster and pitiful excuse for a ruler truly believed she was a goddess, and who could deny her? Over the centuries it was no wonder she had become diluted by her own wishful thinking. Her followers, a collection of religious zealots, would gouge out their own eyes in admiration of her just to become ' monks,' her little pets, who would do anything in order to remain in her company. And why not? She fed them well, permitted them to live lavished lives here in her palace while the rest of Zanibar starved. As for Carlos, she could call herself whatever she pleased so long as he made it through the night alive and did not end up like the monks or Mary.
Following one of Aphrodite's blind monks through numerous golden halls and archways, as a never-ending web of paths laced back and forth across one ano