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TOM STONE Books |
Like
The Once and Future King and The Lord of the Rings, The Curse of the Minotaur is an
action-packed tale written for young adults of all ages, from 11 to 80. Set in Bronze Age Greece some 250 years
before the Trojan War, it tells of a world where fantastical monsters, good and
evil sorceresses, and power-mad kings stalk the earth, and the old gods and
goddesses appear to their worshipers in dreams and as animals. But it is also a world on the brink of
momentous changes: a monstrous, sea-girded volcano is threatening to wipe out
mankind, and heroes — mortals with superhuman powers and all-too-human
weaknesses — are newly emerging to challenge the old balance between men and
their rulers and gods. One of these, a
teenage prince named Théseus, goes to the island of Crete to try and kill the
Minotaur, a flesh-eating, bull-headed man that has been terrorizing his
kingdom. There, the prince finds himself
falling in love with the Beast’s half-sister, an enchanting Cretan princess
named Ariádne. Meanwhile, the Minotaur
awaits him in the spooky depths of the Labyrinth, less of a bloodthirsty
monstrosity than a confused and abandoned child starved into savagery.
Amazon -- http://amzn.to/TomStoneCurseOfTheMinotaur
Barnes and Noble Nook - http://bit.ly/TomStoneCursOfTheMinotaurForNook
Smashwords (for Apple, Sony, Kobo, etc.) – http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/60277
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“This beautiful walk through the archeology and evolution of Zeus really brings alive 'the Old Thunderer,' along with the people who loved him through the ages." (Charles Pellegrino)
Available as a book and e-book at:
The Summer of My Greek Taverna: A Memoir (Simon & Schuster: Hard Cover, Soft Cover, & E-Book )

Critical Praise:
"...the summer's best travel writing... Tom Stone's The Summer of My Greek Taverna is concerned with pleasures of an earthier kind: food, drink, sun and sand.... like Kitchen Confidential with ouzo.” (Time Magazine)
“...his infatuation with the place (whether ''fueled by an excess of retsina'' or not) is infectious.” (N.Y. Times Book Review)
“ [a] sweetly lyrical evocation of...returning to Patmos, the glorious little island revered as the place where John the Evangelist is said to have experienced the visions set down in the Book of Revelation. The author.. is very good company indeed. The taverna may have cost him some cash and even more illusions, but the experience has yielded a colorful and richly observed memoir.” (Smithsonian Magazine)
“‘Greek Taverna' is tasty
fare... a sumptuous getaway dashed with enough hardy reality to give the book
body and staying power.” (Associated
Press)
“…throngs
with authentic characters and... genuine insight. His take on the enigmatic
Greek character is right-on.... rich with a candid and festive appreciation for
a complex and unforgettable land.”
(Canadian Review of Books)
"…hilarious even as the heartbreaking deception at the heart of the story is revealed.... This great summer read....evokes all the things most lovable about Greece’s physical beauty and its past." (Odyssey Magazine)\
Available at: http://www.amazon.com/Summer-My-Greek-Taverna-Memoir/dp/074324771X/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1307466799&sr=1-2

Greece is a country of improbable contrasts. In the north, bordering on the ever-simmering Balkans, it is wild, mountainous, forested and often savage, rife with game and dotted with heron-posted lakes and a plentiful network of rivers and streams. In the serene, sun-swept south, rock and marble predominate; bramble-covered hills are denuded of trees; the air is hot with the scent of oregano and thyme; and temples and churches blaze white against an azure sky.
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Preface to the Second Edition
In
the spring of 1976, when my wife and I were living and painting and writing in
splendid isolation in a farming valley on the remote island of Patmos, we were
astonished one warm March afternoon to see a tourist floating towards us on the
road leading down to the beach from the village above. She was dressed in a blue-and-lavender sari which wafted
behind her in the breeze, was deeply tanned, with a head of curly blond hair
and a smile as bright as a Pepsodent advertisement. Her name, we learned, was Bettina. She was German, in her early forties, and
spoke perfect English. With her she was
carrying two of the best phrasebooks then available, one German-Greek and the
other English-Greek. Well-prepared, she
was there to rent an inexpensive house, preferably in our valley, and enjoy the
island and its natives for the month that remained before Easter, Greek and
Western, when the first of the season’s holiday hordes would descend upon us.
She
did find a house in the valley and we became good friends, but for the most
part she left us considerately alone.
Eventually (and some might say “inevitably”) she began an affair with a
handsome Greek fisherman, a lovely boy named Andonis, who was about half her
age and spoke not a word of any foreign language. For a while we saw even less of Bettina than
before as she went out fishing with Andonis during the day and dancing with him
at night. But then one morning she came
trekking across the half-mile of rock-strewn fields and low stone walls that
separated our houses, apologized profusely for bothering us and then took out a
notebook in which she had written a number of English phrases that she needed
translated into Greek, phrases that were not even approximated or apparently
considered important in either of the books she had brought with her.
During
the weeks that followed, as the love affair between her and Adonis waxed and
waned, she came for more and more phrases, and by the time two of them parted
just after Easter, she had quite a supply in her notebook. As she was leaving, I asked her to photocopy
these for me when she returned to Germany.
I promised her that one day I would use them as the basis for a
phrasebook I would write for people like her who might come to Greece and, if
they didn’t fall in love, at least want
to communicate something more than when they’d like their clothing dry
cleaned. When Bettina sent me the photocopied pages and I spread them out
before me in chronological order, they were almost a love story in themselves:
“Isn’t the moon beautiful?” went one of the first phrases. “Why are you late?” came another somewhere
just past the middle. And, at the end: “I’m free, you’re free.”
So
this book is dedicated to Bettina and people like her. To all of us, in fact.
Available at: http://www.amazon.com/Essential-Greek-Handbook-Z-Everything/dp/0781806682

From SHOPPING
The Greek Food & Drink Book (Lycabettus Press)

From the Preface: ON GREEKS BEARING GIFTS OF FOOD, WINE, ETC.
Patmos: A History and Guide (Lycabettus Press)

From the book:
St.
John was living in
Ephesus when he either chose to retreat or was banished to Patmos
in 95 A.D., the year of the Roman emperor Domitian’s great persecution of
Christians throughout the empire. We have only three written accounts of John’s
visit, one of which is his own all-too-brief mention at the beginning of the
Book of Revelations that he was “in the isle that is called Patmos.”
The other two, rich in detail, are apocryphal. Religious and folk tradition,
however, have embraced these accounts with open arms....
One easily
can understand, however, why the texts have been so warmly accepted by
Christian tradition. The tales they tell are delightful folk drama, featuring a
titanic battle between the forces of good (John, naturally) and evil (Kynops,
the resident magus of Patmos), and no visit to the island would be complete without
some knowledge of the happenings recounted. There are spots on Patmos
still associated with both the magus and a man-eating monster John also
vanquished. In addition, frescoes depicting the main parts of Prochorus’s tale
are prominently displayed in the outer narthex of the main church of the
Monastery of St. John.
According to tradition, when the Patmians learned that John was
planning to leave, they begged him first to write down for them his teachings
about Christ. He and Prochorus went to a quiet spot on a hill outside the city
where, after long fasting and prayer, he dictated to Prochorus The Gospel
According to St. John.
The
Revelation of St. John the Divine, the Apocalypse, was written in the holy
grotto (which some tradition also associates with the writing of the Fourth
Gospel) in what is now the Monastery of the Apocalypse. Here, with Prochorus as
scribe, John wrote,
I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day,and heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet,
At this point, according to tradition, the rock clove into three sections, impressively visible today in the roof of the grotto. John continues Saying,
Available at: http://www.lycabettus.com/patmos.html#here
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From the jacket copy:
Out of Print.