Book description
Lysistrata paced relentlessly in the garden, nervously plucking at
leaves. It had been seven months since she had seen her husband, Lycon
- since he had left her to go off to war.
Seven months of lonely days and empty nights - of aching heart and
throbbing loins. Seven months of longing.
But now a strange smile played around her lips.
Tonight he was coming home . . .
