Lysistrata by Flora Fletcher (Author)

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