We find first of all eros, or desire, in Song of Songs.

A rembetiko, Jakob, always tells a story full of heartache and eros.

Actium was the enemy of eros, skewering desire and turning it inside out.

Yet its magical constituents are just one part of the highly complex process of eros.

Language as sex, on the other hand, is fraught with the perils of an open-ended eros.

Same-sex desire shook off all its earnestness and looked both playful and dangerous: eros at its most fascinating.

Thousands of years ago, she loved Eros, son of Hephaestus and Aphrodite.

Eros is a day out, and then help is on the way.

But what they did on Eros must have taken months to arrange.

Eros had become something frighteningly powerful once the protomolecule had taken hold.

Enough fissionable material to keep the surface of Eros unapproachable for years.

Eros, not Meleager, is in this case the weaver of the garland.

If Eros kept this rate of increase up, it would outrun them.

The voice of Eros shifted, different voices now, singing something in Hindi.

There are Russian marines all over Eros, and the Polemarch is Russian.

What happened on Eros... it's put a lot of things in perspective.