Justine

Someone once said that Alexandria was the great wine press of love. Only a city like Alexandria could have spawned a woman like Justine. Without it, she could never exist. Both were alive in the deathlessness of love. yet both had come to terms with the obscene and the corrupt. This is the story of a city with five races, scheming a thousand intrigues. The story of love between man and woman, between man and man, between man and himself.