Prologue
The stench of Rome hit me first. Sweat and smoke and the sharp bite of too many bodies pressed together under a sun that felt weaker than our northern light. We rode through gates of stone so vast they seemed carved by giants, not men. Arminius rode at my side, his face a mask of Roman calm, but my blood sang with unease. This was the beast my elders warned of in the long winter nights. Towers of white marble clawing at the sky, roads paved smoother than any forest path, and everyw
A noble Roman youth, Marcus Valerius Pulcher, is sent to the Germanic frontier as ward to Publius Quinctilius Varus. There, he falls for a proud Cherusci warrior Ingomar, whose tribal honor brands their attraction a dangerous pollution.
Amid sacred groves and rising tensions, leading up to the Battle of Teutonburg Forest, both must reconcile duty with a love that could redeem or destroy them.
I’ve got nothing. No ideas on what to put in a sequel. I have been thinking about another story.
In the first century of the common era, two youths — one of a noble Roman family, and the other the son of a Germanic chieftain — fall in love on the eve of the Battle of Teutoburg Forest, where their worlds will violently collide. Any interest?