The Hunter’s Story

My super soaraway sexy memoir The Hunter’s Story is out on Amazon in Kindle & Paperback.

I am best known as a magnificent constellation in northern winter skies. There are many versions told down the ages of my life and death.

I am the Schrödinger’s Cat of Greek mythology: dead on Earth, immortal in the stars; hero and anti-hero; multiple states, multiple stories.

As a great hunter who lived, loved, and died in Ancient Greece, I was the handsomest man ever born. Very tall, with superhuman strength. A rampant, randy, raunchy hunting man.

My story is one of unrequited love, misadventure and betrayal: a tangled combination of roughness, passion and tenderness. Yes, I wasn’t all macho brute: I fell in love constantly and longed to give my women infinite ecstasy in my strong arms.

I made love to dozens of women. I had no gods, no masters. Or so I thought.

Now you can read about my rampant life on Earth. How I lived and loved in Ancient Greece. How the hunter became the hunted. Why I was banished to the eternal purgatory of outer space. 

And what happened next…

But this was not the end. The end is not what you think. But I promise, it will shock you.

The Hunter’s Story by Orion will hurtle you on a raunchy, rollercoaster ride of love, lust, longing and loss and dark romance to its stunning finale.

Contains explicit content: 18+ ADULTS ONLY


Crete, Ancient Greece: 8th Century B.C.:

Then I saw her.

A young woman, a startling vision standing on a rock, poised to shoot her arrow under the glare of the full moon.


Goddess of the Moon.

Goddess of the Hunt.

Sheer magnificence.

Her lustrous dark hair was pulled back and up into a headdress of stag antlers, making her almost as tall as me. Her olive skin shone in the moon’s light. Her long arm and her hand were tensed, her muscles firm and strong. The quiver on her back was full of silver arrows. Her hunting dogs were gathered, panting, around her.

Her eye was fixed, ruthless, penetrating the dark ahead as she eyed her prey. Holding the bow steady, she pulled the string back all the way. I watched her skill in correcting its angle to account for the direction of the wind.

Her tunic was short, showing long, strong legs planted apart like a warrior. As she fired, her tunic top lowered for a second to show a firm, ample breast. She was oblivious to its wondrous nakedness.

Her back straight, she released her arrow. It shot through the trees and slammed into the neck of the deer as it tried to escape. Bang on target. I heard it slump and watched her prowl stealthily up to the fallen creature with her dogs. Her naked breast swayed as she bent over the animal. Hopelessly hard, I watched her take out a silver dagger from her scabbard.

In just moments of seeing this vision of strength, beauty and determination, I was smitten. I longed to grasp her, to pull her to me, to kiss her, to eat her, to conquer her.

I was, for the hundredth time and for all time, in love.

Hopelessly in love.

And not inconsiderable lust.

That’s just the way I was.

It was a love that eclipsed anything I had felt before.

And it was a lust that would end my short, tumultuous life.


14: The Student

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. – Carl Sagan

Anytown, United States: Winter 1993

An astronomy student set up her telescope to view the night sky. She fixed her lens on her favourite constellation: Orion. She saw the perfect geometric alignment of the three stars on his belt and the pinkish blur of his vast nebula on his sword. She gazed up in wonderment at his celestial beauty. She began to take pictures.

Suddenly the music in her headphones stopped. It was replaced by a cascade of deafening, jumbled sounds. She looked through her telescope and listened intently. Her heart pounded fit to burst. Instinctively, and with trembling hands, she switched on her recording suite to capture the fractured, crackling signals.

After the sounds receded, she took the cassette tape out of the machine and ran at full speed to the professor’s office in the university main building.

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