Pronunciation: LAY-oo-rehs VEHTH-nah
AKA: Mantis, Band of Two
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Motto: The best revenge is a life well lived
Desires: To experience all the wonders of the world
Weapon of Choice: Javelin
Description: I, too, had improved. I’d grown into my nose, which had seemed overlarge on my adolescent face, and my lean limbs and chest had acquired some breadth in manhood–if not enough to match Diomedes’ broad wrestler’s form. Certainly, my face could never rival his. The scar on my cheek puckered the surrounding skin, ruining its symmetry. I’d scrutinized myself more than once and seen the scarred cheek was flatter, as if the bone beneath had broken and knitted incorrectly. At times I’d looked in my mother’s mirror and saw only ugliness. But, having lived amongst mercenaries and seen so many changed by battle, I’d grown accustomed to my face. None of us lacked flaws and scars. I was not the ugliest of the lot, and little it mattered when the main business was killing.
Discussion Questions For Leures?
- Does Leures really commune with the gods?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your favorite quote?
- Is his desire to experience the world related to his illness?
- Does his relationship with Diomedes touch you?
- What should Leures have done differently?
I didn’t tell him about Rath, though. Didn’t tell him about the black fog that hung over my sleep and sucked the breath from me. Didn’t tell him about my dreams of blood-covered altars and butchered children or the heartbeat I heard in my earthen floor each night when I lay down. From the corner where I’d buried the little idol, the sound rippled out like waves from a stone thrown in water. Even after I dug up the wooden man and burned him, the sound haunted me. Rath wanted more of me. He wanted all.