Since you can't hardly find a Greco-phile readership these days, particularly one willing to chase down the occasional obscure classical allusion, there seems no predictable market for this, because this collection of stories is weakly derivative and suffers from the demi-gothic device employed throughout of the contemporary being brooded over and under the mythological burden of the Aegean. For instances; an English bride opens a locked door forbidden her by her Greek aristocrat husband and flees his estate on discovering he has stuffed, crowned and enthroned on a bed his huge, dead pet crocodile. . . . In another story she returns in her prime as an archaeologist and, was it Pan himself who popped out of the bushes and showed her a good time? . . . and, did her decadent Uncle Andrew really smuggle a Greek sibyl to their sedate English country seat in the last story? Not since the nineteenth century romantic poets has anybody strained after the shades of Olympus quite so seriously as the author of these eight episodes.