Ruth Downie

CHAPTER SIXTEEN The sun was low as they strolled together along the firm golden sand just above the water. The air was filled with the rush of the … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 19

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Back inside the prefect’s house, Albanus was amazed that the boys were so quiet. Surely they were not sitting in their places, … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 18

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Boys! The sudden thought knocked aside all speculation about bakers and business deals and murderers and even about Virana, locked in … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 17

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Back inside the fort and mercifully no longer on horseback, Albanus managed to sprint past the prefect’s house without being seen by … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 16

CHAPTER TWELVE Albanus was already out of bed and fumbling with his bootlaces by the time the trumpet sounded first watch. Over at the stables, the … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 15

CHAPTER ELEVEN Back in the lamplit hall of the infirmary, Albanus paused to bow to the Tungrian god of healing. The statue carried on staring at a … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 14

CHAPTER TEN “Oh dear, oh dear gods, oh dear!” Albanus hurried across the short distance between Centurion Curtius’s office and the prefect’s house. … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 13

CHAPTER NINE When Albanus had finished talking, the centurion looked him up and down and said, “You?” “Yes, sir.” “I see.” Curtius’s tone suggested … [Read more...] about Carpe Diem, Day 12