Cruets of Wine and Eros

By A. L Hathaway

The Master of the Oinos estate wants Dionysus Clove LeMoss Bacchus to find a beau, so he could kick him out, without an inheritance. However, his sons, Libros and Psyche, oppose this, and are dedicated to their brother's happiness. In a realm of vineyards, food, demi-deas, and class, things are far more complicated
than ideal in the countryside, especially when his step-father in the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. L Hathaway
• Release date: Feb 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798218362300

A. L Hathaway

A. L Hathaway is a local freelance writer from the sparkle lit city of Nashville, TN. Being a natural daydreamer, Hathaway has written fun, imaginative tales. Like a sweet dessert, whose tastes outlasts its purpose, readers would be able to amuse themselves to a short read with a whole lot of fantasy.

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A Prologue Appetizer of a Chained Home

In the vineyard, an estate ripe for harvesting and change, was a little boy and his heifer, staring up at the night sky. The manor was far away, yet he could still hear his mother and the boorish lowly man of the household still arguing about him. Despite being afar, he heard his name through the rows and through the grape vines.

You hear that Yagasil? the little boy said to his companion, The Master is calling us. Time to leave this place of peace.

He got up, knowing that his brothers would sneak out their room in order to come get him before more problems ensue. Before he returned, he led his heifer to the barn for rest. He then marched in annoyance, knowing that he would have to deal with his prison, like a hors d’oeuvre of torture...

For years and years and years to come.

The Beginning of the Buffet

Cruets of Spices

Part One

Salt One

Dinnertime Dusk

The blueness of the day sky contrasted with the oncoming dusk, just like the lit chandelier overcame the darkness within the vineyard’s household. The patriarch and his wife of the country house sat in their place at the dinner table. Once placed, the father calls down the children to partake in their scheduled eatery. One by one, they beckoned to the voice, coming as commanded. Libros, the one who came before, came downstairs as called while his twin, Psyche, the one who came after, followed behind him.

They take their rightful place, but regardless of having the family together including the set food, they had to wait for one last member. Before the father could bark the name out, the final piece of the table came. Dion, the last cruet to the den of spices, finally came to take his permitted place at the dinner table despite the patriarch’s constant begrudgement of him.

The family ate but Dion had to wait for Alberto to bring him his plate. He was served a delectable beef stew with a dry red wine. They all ate in silence for awhile, consuming in peace. However, it all ended when the father tapped his echoing crystal glass for the family’s full attention.

I have decided to name an heir to the Oinos estate, he looks over to Dion as the mother sat quietly beside him, Because of what your mother has done, you will not inherit the family winery. He takes a sip of pinot, The privilege will go to Libros and Psyche.

Father, Libros spoke politely, we would rather go to a university for dea religious studies.

Reading is our passion, Psyche added softly.

"Then you can read about making better wine," the father snared.

Dion has the best tastes in the countryside. Libros commented as Psyche nodded in agreement.

I will not hear it! his voice slammed the twins into fear, Dion! It’s about time you started dating again. He takes a knife and begins sawing his steak, You need to find a girl to get you out my house.

Herald. The mother whispered, He is still your son.

"He is your son." He spited her.

Dion frothed quietly, growing his horns a centimeter at a time. Libros and Psyche looked at each other, worried.

The father glanced at this, eating his meat, Keep your horns down before I cut them off.

Dion shriveled in his hatred, curving his horns. Alberto came to serve Dion’s favorite dessert fresh out the kitchen. By the time he set the food down before him, Dion stuttered out his seat.

Dion sit down. The father felt the wind as Dion march past him, Dion, he rose up, "DION! Don’t you walk away from me! BOY. Get. Back. Here!"

Dion heads towards the window seal calling out, Yagasil! as a cow flies towards him, ringing three bells from each tail. Dion mounts the heifer, flying away into the nighttime.

When he was good and cooled off, he returned home. He knew Herald locked the front door so he couldn’t enter in. That’s why he always left his window unlocked in his bedroom. He steers Yagasil towards the ledge, opening the window before he mounted off. After he supervised Yagasil to the stables from afar, he was startled to find his mother waiting on him.

You can’t keep running away like that. She walked to him from the darkness, It worries me.

He says nothing, walking past her.

Alberto saved your dessert in the kitchen, she said, hoping for a response.

His horns grew another centimeter.

Dion talk to me! She almost begged.

Oh, I’m sorry! he said, beginning to fume again, I never realized that you found your mouth. Where was it at the dinner table?

Dion... she faded into nothingness.

Was it in your complacency? He flustered, "Or was it in the toilet where Herald takes his—"

She struck a nerve, Dion language! He prepared his night clothes, You are lucky Herald has allowed you to stay in this household instead of the streets.

"Would you put me on the streets?" he shot back.

She lowered her eyes, saying nothing again.

He climbs into his bed, Get out of my room. I’m going to bed. Good night.

Dion...she began, trying to find words of reconcile.

I said GOOD NIGHT! he was hot, his horns growing more inward.

She left in a sigh. It was past midnight and Dion couldn’t sleep. He was