The mist was thick as the Roman sentries made their patrols in the pre-dawn hours. Throughout the night they had tensely awaited an assault by the Germans, but none had come. Maybe with the legions being so close to the settlement the barbarians had withdrawn to safety. Flickering light could be seen coming from the … Continue reading Book 1 Chapter 4
Some interesting food for thought. I stumbled across this in the NY Post. It gave me some insight into the liberal mindset, which I think might help me understand them a little. "The American Journal of Political Science published a correction this year saying that the 2012 paper has “an error” — and that liberal political … Continue reading Liberalism = Psychoticism?
Varus was tired of this dark forest. Days upon days of marching in perpetual twilight, mist swirling and decreasing visibility. This track they were on was supposed to lead them straight into the heart of the barbarians' territory and allow them to strike unmercifully at their stronghold, but the constant strain of being alert and … Continue reading Book 1 Chapter 3
Quintus was tired of marching. It was one thing to tromp along a well-paved cobblestone road in the dry air of Italia or even Gaul, but quite another to push your way through a cool, damp forest so dense that sunlight did not reach you. From first awakening to the time he fell into his … Continue reading Book 1 Chapter 2
A coward dies many deaths This world is full of weak, pussified men. Men whose wives run their homes, who let their boss run roughshod over them, who meekly accept the crap shoveled in their path. They take no effort in working hard to rise above their circumstance, content to wallow in despair and excuse-making … Continue reading Pussified Men
As their boat neared the shore, Ulaf gazed at the dark forest just a few paces inland. Having just attained his status as chief of the war-band, he was not yet as confident as he was sure he one day would be. Especially seeing as how he was leading a large group of his tribes' … Continue reading Book 1 Chapter 1
The carriage rolled through the stately iron gates of the plantation and down the cobblestone drive, pulled by four beautiful white geldings prancing proudly in their harness. The drive was lined with stately pines and massive oaks, a testament to the plantation owner's attention to detail and love of nature. The carriage rolled to a … Continue reading The End……?