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Mythos Books was founded in 2012 in Mytilini, with the aim of highlighting and promoting the Culture and History of Lesvos and the Eastern Aegean. Our book publications focus on the history, culture, traditions, nature, and gastronomy of Lesbos.

Lesvos is a unique island with historical, cultural, artistic, culinary, religious, and environmental interests worldwide.

Our company and its partners form an effective professional team (writers, publishing technicians, lawyers, engineers, notaries, etc.) who have extensive experience in the fields they operate.

Our vision is to actively contribute to the dissemination of the culture of Lesvos and its prominence at the global level, offering rich material to our readers.

We aim to achieve this through our publications, activities, services we provide, and our future actions.

On Lesvos the shores, where flowers bloom

The Hours sprinkle the fields and always play

Rose feet Graces with virgins,

From Evros they brought the waters, hands as if swimming

Orpheus's orphan lyre since then

Our island is a temple of harmony

And instead of wind blowing, song blows here...

With these verses, Kostis Palamas begins his poem "New Ode to old Alkaios" from his collection "Undefiled Life". It refers to the dismemberment of Orpheus by the Maenads and the myth that his lyre and his head that continued to sing ended up on Lesvos.

But a myth is nothing more than a tradition that tries to answer the most fundamental questions: what is the World that surrounds us? how did it come about and how does it work? It condenses encoded all the old knowledge, through symbols. Deeply rooted in the oral tradition, it then enters lost poetry to end up transformed into a literary text of any kind.

Did Arion find Orpheus' lyre or Sappho? Or was it stolen from the temple of Apollo in Mytilana by Neathos, the son of Pittakos? Ancient traditions present many versions. Maybe it was never lost again. Perhaps she is hidden somewhere and always sends her blessing to our island, where the arts have not stopped flourishing.

This mesh of mythology, history, and tangible reality inspired the name of our publications: MYTHOS.