Sappho is one of the most popular and elusive figures of Greek myth and culture. Although more influential than Shakespeare and literally worshipped as a goddess, little is known about her life outside of the handful of poetry fragments that survived the ravages of time. Over the centuries she has been portrayed as a chaste schoolteacher, a lusty lesbian showgirl, or a lovesick poet who died pining for the handsome fisherman Phaon.
Here Sappho is an asexual woman who experiences the world with love, passion, and joy. The Tenth Muse isn’t a loveless goddess but a caring human woman with a life full of love and meaning.
For centuries, Sappho has been condemned for who she loved. But what if the love she held in her heart wasn’t physical? If the world’s most passionate poet asexual, does that make the love in her heart less real?
Prologue: The WeddingTo me he seems like a god as he sits opposite you and listens to your sweet voice as you laugh. But the heart in my breast seizes up, for when I look at you I cannot speak—my tongue is tied— Fire engulfs my senses My eyes grow dark My ears ring I break out into sweat I cannot stop shaking My skin fades to pale… * * * * The dull thud that the bouquet made as it slipped through Sappho’s trembling fingers resounded through the atrium loudly enough to interrupt her cousin’s wedding vows. She could sense Larichus’ anger smoldering as he made a silent but menacing gesture to her, then returned his attention to his bride and resumed his speech. She felt like one of the hideous monsters she’d been warned about as a child, like Medusa or Scylla or Gello combined, a
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