The sun, the sea, the mountains, the rivers, the herbs, the wild animals, everything in our land is small, humble, gentle, human. Each with its name, they stand beside us, familiar, charmingly comforting, as if they are beloved relatives, neighbors, friends. And the Greeks imagined their gods in this way; "human-like," vulnerable, in their image and likeness. Thus, the heroes, the wise, the kings, the warriors, the fallen of this country, those who were deemed worthy of an honorable life or a glorious death, were narrated in a measured way.    It is very natural, therefore, that the traitors of this land, those who were capable of the worst, are depicted similarly. Informers, deserters, swindlers, mercenaries, deceitful ones, and many others who shone through their dishonor take center stage in the stories of this book; horrific, unimaginable stories, steeped in blood and death, small or large stories, true or fictional, contemporary or forgotten, but always within the measure of man…