Within the room, alone, a muscular man sat drinking from a clay goblet. The wine within flowed across his lips and the glow of alcohol dulled his thoughts.
Read more... King Titus Tatius ducked to the right, using the column as a barrier between the assassin and himself. Another swipe but the Greek stone protected him from death.
Read more... Metrius opened his eyes and awoke into a world of pain.
Agony seared through his head, thumping away as last night’s drink struck blow after blow into the anvil within his skull.
Read more...On Valentine’s Day in medieval times, choosing a sweetheart was literally in the luck of the draw.
Read more... Even as he passed through the packed bodies, the familiar strong stench of musky sweat hovering in the air, he could not help his thoughts from wandering. Fifty four?
Read more... The house had been turned into a makeshift hospital and it was filled with the groans and whimpers of dead and dying.
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