Hybrid (ePub)

I am (Odysse) or (Odeen) if you do not feel suspicious about the latter's pronunciation.
I love all my names. They call me (Corvos) in Latin - (Korakos) in Greek, the Spaniards they call me (Maria) while the British (Crowe) calls me.
As for me, just as I told you or not I tell you yet? I prefer if I called me Odysse, the most originally in my name, close to myself and harmonizing with me.
Well, I will not prolong you. I came to get an entertaining story.
Do you like the stories?!
People all love her-I think-.
I promise you to be different today. You will sneak through your limbs, and stir up your body.
Maybe her heard before, but in a different way.
I see nothing wrong with you hearing it today from the mouth of Audif.
I see you trembling! Do not like to prolong my face? But do not deny that my voice attracts you to my story. Run and sneaks to the depths of your anxious, tiring soul.
They say that history writes the victor, why don't we allow the defeated to write once?
Will you doubt the truth of my story? I do not blame you. I do not seek to believe me. I know that- perhaps- I do not reveal confidence. But to know that the old Odyssey does not like lying.
Maybe I am not telling you all, perhaps I hide from you. Maybe I don't tell you the truth at all! But I promise to ask fresh questions that will push you to ask and prolong the thought.
Good. Let's from gossip. Why not follow the story?