Sands of the Arena

I prepared myself, and with an effort, rolled onto my good side. I was facing two other tables, both of which were bare, and a side wall of the room. … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 83

‘I am sorry.’ Not you too, Siccum, I wanted to scream. I glared at the surgeon, and said, ‘But if he beat the wounded murmillo, he should be … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 82

The first sensation was pain. Waves of it, rolling over me like the incoming tide approaching a shore. I drowned in its deepness, went under again. … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 81

A crupellarius – maybe the same one who had slain our Thracian – stepped forward and with a matter-of-fact, in-out movement, stuck Calpurnia in the … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 80

Both women were wailing and weeping. ‘We have done nothing wrong,’ Calpurnia said. ‘Nothing.’ The guards ignored her, instead urging them closer to … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 79

As the noise died down, the air of expectation resurfaced. Caligula stood up in the pulvinar. Silence fell. My mouth was horribly dry, my nerves were … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 78

We passed the level with the gladiator cells. Curious, I peered through the narrow doorway. Every door lay open. Not a soul was to be seen. My unease … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 77

Our first inkling that something unusual was going on came at the end of what most thought would be the final bout, between the best of our Thracians … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 76