Sands of the Arena

NOTE: For those of you who find this scene ‘drags’,  go somewhere else. I’m the one spending dozens of hours writing this for nothing, on top of … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 75

NOTE: For those of you who find this scene 'drags', please go somewhere else. I'm the one spending dozens of hours writing this for nothing, on top of … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 74

Cleaning finished, the surgeon rebandaged my middle and gently helped me to lie back down. ‘Gratitude,’ I said, thinking, and not just for seeing to … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 73

Lying against my side – the one he could not see – my right fist bunched. I was as weak as a kitten, and lying down with him standing over me, but if … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 72

‘I hope he paid a good price, dominus,’ I said. ‘Did he, Hades!’ A fresh shower of spittle rained down from Crixus’ lips. ‘You are worth a tidy sum … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 71

‘I don’t know,’ said Big Dog. ‘How long have I been here? How long have you?’ ‘You were already on the table when I came down. Another retiarius had … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 70

‘Ah, he is back with us. Welcome, Midir.’ The voice was familiar, and not that of the surgeon or the upside-down-faced man. My head twisted. There on … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 69

*********** I woke with a pulling, stinging sensation in my left side. I reached a hand down to my hip. ‘Hold him!’ said a voice. My wrist was seized, … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 68