Volume book: Full version
Lysistrata paced restlessly 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—
or Log on