author: gordon doherty

... the scroll, ambushing the desert messenger. One by one, his band were ... the scroll, his only possession. He had stolen it in hope of selling it for riches ... thief. He said he had never run as far or as fast in his life from those who ...

... Gothic archer knelt and nocked his bow, Pavo calmly reached for the ruby-red shield wedged between two rocks by his side. The Gothic ... flesh at close range, before they crashed into contact. Spear hafts thwacked, shields clattered, steel ...

... armoured cat – hateful and vicious. The Sutekh chariots fanned out in a broad front, the two ends streaking ahead so the line wrapped around the Hittites like a noose, before turning inwards, coming at a canter. 'Break... break ...

... bloodhound – one of Muwa's dogs – slumbering on a woven rug there sighed in ecstasy, back legs stretching and shuddering, while her dozen tiny pups lay in a huddle at her belly, full of their mother's milk and asleep. Atiya looked at ...

Gordon Doherty. 'I see a wasteland. What of it?' he said, then turned his gaze ... happy times in their lives. Like Apion, Cydones would speak little of the ... valley. Beeches grew from seedling to sapling to 359 STRATEGOS: RISE OF THE ...

... wolfskin, taking it for himself. 'And when Troy falls, it means we don't have to bother ourselves with picking out and sparing his family. They can suffer with all the others.' Odysseus rose to standing, wondering if there was any way ...

... not taken easily, as well you know from the countless years of struggle we have faced to hold our own. So stay together, defend your brother's flank and he will defend yours. Let every swipe of your spathion be the one that will turn ...