“Callaphe gazed on the coastline, certain her destiny called her here, where the mist-shrouded rocks sang, promising glories undreamed of. Venture-- it called so sweetly”
"Tree-tall giants confronted her, fiercely demanding her tribute; Fox-cunning Callaphe's slippery speaking entangled their senses."
"One-eyed and frightful, the cyclops lifted a boulder and hurled it seaward from cliff's edge, shattering masts and scattering sailors."
"Callaphe guided them into darkness of Hetos, the bleak mire; Blood-horned minotaurs circled them, axes aglimmer in shadow."