Diomedes is an on-going story I'm writing up, as something like a hobby. It is a recollection of events in the life of one Georg Bosaat (pronounced, 'gee-orhg boh-saat'), retold by him, recoutning the journey that his life has taken thus far in a world unfamiliar to ours in many ways, but not all. Born a scholar, and inevitably employed as one by the royal family to study the mostly forgotten texts in the depths of the vaults of knowledge situated beneath their City. Seeking the history of his own family, lost to himself, Georg uncovers an unusual artifact that defies the contemporary understanding of the natural sciences. Discretion, for the more squeamish reader, is advised; I tend to indulge in description and, in this particular writing though not the focal point, there will be blood.Tags shall be updated over time, as more content is added.(Note: I do not know if it ought to be specified, but the cover is my own creation. I painted it.)