Sands of the Arena

‘It rains almost every day, imperator,’ I ventured. ‘A month can go by without seeing the sun.’ Caligula’s lips thinned. ‘Weather does not stop the … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 67

Spent, worried that I had gone too far – the shocked faces of those around Caligula seemed to indicate this – I dropped my gaze. Dully, I noticed the … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 66

Biting my tongue to stop from crying out, I half rolled over, onto my right side. Awkwardly planting the trident in the sand as a support, I pulled … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 65

Big Dog gave me a look of real dismay, and let the guard manhandle him back under the archway. I gave him a ‘What can I do?’ shrug, and tried not to … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 64

Each step was sweet agony. The sand, even hotter than before, was burning my feet. Every movement of my left leg sent knives of agony outward from the … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 63

APOLOGIES FOR THE LATENESS OF THIS - THE SITE WAS DOWN THIS MORNING, AND I DON'T HAVE WIFI IN MY OFFICE. ONLY HAD TIME TO POST NOW. ‘What should I … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 62

Only then did I look down, and probe at my wound with the fingers of my left hand. I was somewhat relieved to feel a neat, lipped wound just above the … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 61

He ducked, trying to avoid the net, and pulled back his leg. Awkward, because both arms were held out in front of me, I powered forward, straight at … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 60