I have a love of mythology from around the word- and stories that deal with the mythological beings in them.  This week, let me take you back to the time of Ancient Greece... a time of the Minotaur... Thea watched their torch-bearing captors recede into the distance and leave them to the cave's darkness.  Her brother Icarus whispered, "Forgive me- I wanted to come to the Country of the Beasts, not to the Cave of the Minotaur." Then they heard a padding of feet (or hooves?), and the curdling bellow of an enraged monster.  It was the-bull-that-walks-like-a-man, a hybrid of man and beast, monstrous to the eyes, and roaring with cold malevolance. Thea began to feel her way along the walls; their dampness oozed like blood between her fingers.  She rounded a turn and looked up into the eyes of the Minotaur, and his red, matted hair... We all know about the Minotaur, right?  The man-beast that lived in a maze and craved the flesh of men?  Well, " Day of...