Sands of the Arena

By the end, our parade around the perimeter, not something fighters usually did, was excruciating. The sun had been heating the sand now for many … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 51

This time, I noticed his thinning hair far more than I had the first time, and the hairiness of his arms. ‘Do not stare at the emperor!’ The roar came … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 50

Sextus had delayed putting on his helmet because of the heat. Wearing it, he had told me before, was torture in the hot sun. Now, however, it was … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 49

I did not concern myself with the German’s fate, which was sealed. Instead, I glanced again at the strange secutor. Crixus was close by him; he had … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 48

Working the crowd, the Thracian began to play with the German even more. I wanted to keep watching the uneven but gripping contest, but could not stop … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 47

The Thracian knew it too. Up and down went his griffon crest as he bobbed about, keeping out of the German’s reach yet still managing to threaten with … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 46

‘Look,’ said one of the guards, sniggering. ‘Little Boots has ordered the awnings taken down.’ Crixus, hearing, said, ‘Likes his bit of fun, doesn’t … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 45

I cast a look at Big Dog. He said nothing. Nor did I. Out I walked, with dragging feet, stopping only when a guard’s spear tip brushed against my … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 44