Anno Mortis (Tomes of the Dead)
Rebecca Levene
Language: English
Pages: 209
ISBN: 2:00208211
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
40 AD, Rome. Slaves are disappearing, the bodies of the dead are being stolen and mysterious shipments arrive from Egypt in the dead of night. Behind it all are the powerful Cult of Isis, searching for a way to breach the barrier between life and death. The only people who can stop them are a gladiator, a slave and an over-sexed teenager - and a stranger who just may be a god
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gesturing to the cow-headed statue behind the altar. "It's such a relief to find others of a like mind." "Indeed. And for us it was like a blessing from the goddess herself to find a supplicant with such a plentiful supply of slaves." "I'm sure it was," Antoninus said dryly, and Publia stood on his toe again. She knew he'd bitterly resented the five slaves they'd been told they needed to offer to the goddess to secure their membership. And a final one tomorrow night, before their initiation
with caked salt. The crystals crunched gently beneath their feet and Narcissus winced at every step, but Vali didn't hesitate. The moon was only a silver sliver in the far corner of the sky. A million stars shone bright around it, but none shed enough light to reveal Narcissus and Vali to the others on deck as they crept through the hatch. Narcissus could hear the sailors, muttering softly near the sharp prow of the ship. He wanted to ask Vali what they were saying, but didn't dare risk it.
then, his ability to move crowds could bring him fame and wealth. His life depended on his ability to read Caligula's capricious moods. Now Caligula's petulant features were slowly melting into the slackness of sleep, and Seneca looked away at last and back to the fighting below. He knew that, as a man of learning and philosophy, he shouldn't take quite as much pleasure in these things as he did. But this was life in the raw, stripped down to its bare essentials - kill, or be killed. Just such
burns. It isn't right." "Oh," Drusilla purred, slinking up to him. "Handsome and brave. This one's a real find." When she leaned in to Petronius, he had to restrain himself from leaning back. In the heat of the walk from the Palace, her flesh had begun to decay. He could smell its fetid odour, and he saw that the skin of her face was beginning to soften and sag, her lips drooping away from her gums. "Get your hands off him!" Caligula yelled. Drusilla turned to him, raising an ironic eyebrow.
Their gaze felt like a physical blow, filled with hostility. She wanted to tell them that she hadn't known Josephus was meant to live, that if they wanted to blame someone they should blame Quintus. But it was her sword that had been the instrument, and even by the laws of her own people the blood guilt was hers. At the far door, Vali paused, his fingers brushing over the iron keyhole. "The key?" he said, and Boda saw that it was locked. That was new. Only last week she'd been in the place
