Gods of Rome (Rise of Emperors Book 3)

by Simon TurneyGordon Doherty

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For one to rule, the other must die.

312 AD is a year of horrific and brutal warfare. Constantine’s northern army is a small force, plagued by religious rivalries, but seemingly unstoppable as they invade Maxentius’ Italian heartlands. These relentless clashes, incidents of treachery and twists of fortune see Maxentius’ armies driven back to Rome.

Constantine has his prize in sight, yet his army is diminished and on the verge of revolt. Maxentius meanwhile works to calm a restive and dissenting Roman populace. When the two forces clash in the Battle of the Milvian Bridge, there are factors at work beyond their control and soon they are left with carnage.

There is only one way Constantine and Maxentius’ rivalry will end. With one on a bloodied sword and the other the sole ruler of Rome…


Well my fellow peeps and fellow travelers along this road to Rome, we have reached the conclusion of this masterpiece of a trilogy. I am simply in awe of how this duo meshed together in such a way as to not only have the reader read the agonies and torments, but to feel them as well. In the first two books we watched a lifelong relationship bloom and then fracture apart like the petals of a rose after a hard frost. The angst and frustration of those first two, so real, so visceral, crescendos in Gods of Rome. The events that transpire in this volume takes that fractured relationship, bringing it to a head: an explosive like roar of a rushing river bursting through a dam. I am simply in awe at how Simon and Gordon intertwined the events between the two implacable enemies with the opposing religious forces that threaten both sides in the conflict. I tell you my fellow peeps and fellow travelers, the climatic battle is a thing of page turning wonder. The treachery, the diabolic goings on…I will say no more. 🙂

I knew a long time ago, when Simon and Gordon started planning this trilogy, that it was going to be a joy to read. I was right.

5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

About the authors

Simon Turney is the author of the Marius’ Mules and Praetorian series, as well as The Damned Emperor series for Orion and Tales of the Empire series for Canelo. He is based in Yorkshire.

Gordon Doherty is the author of the Legionary and Strategos series, and wrote the Assassin’s Creed tie-in novel Odyssey. He is based in Scotland.

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An Extract

The Cottian Alpes, 27th January 312 ad
We moved through the mountains like winter wolves. The ferocious blizzard sped southwards
with us, carried on the famous bora winds, singing a dire song. For days we marched through
that driving snow, seeing nothing but great white-clad peaks either side of us; rugged,
inhospitable highlands which in these frozen months soldiers were not meant to cross. All
around me the gale screamed, boots crunched endlessly through the successively deeper drifts
of white, men’s teeth chattered violently, mules brayed, exhausted. It felt at times as if we were
wandering, snow-blind, to our deaths, but I knew what lay ahead… so close now.
I called upon my chosen men and a handful of their best soldiers – a group of thirty – and we
roved ahead of the army like advance scouts. The blizzard raked through my bear cloak, the
snow rattling like slingshot against my gemmed ridge helm and bronze scales as I scoured the
valley route. Yet I refused to blink. When the speeding hail of white slowed and the murky
grey ahead thinned a little, I saw them: a pair of stone and timber watchtowers, northern faces
plastered in snow. Gateposts watching this passage between two realms. I dropped to my
haunches behind the brow of a snowdrift and my chosen men hunkered down with me. I gazed
over the drift’s brow, regarding the narrow gap between the towers and the valley route beyond,
on through the winter-veined mountains. Thinking of the land that lay beyond these heights,
my frozen lips moved soundlessly.
Land of Roman forefathers. Home of the man I had once considered my friend… but that
territory was rightfully mine. Mine! My surging anger scattered when I spotted movement atop
one of the two towers: a freezing Maxentian scout blowing into his hands, oblivious to our
presence. Then the blizzard fell treacherously slack, and the speeding veil of white cleared for
a trice. I saw his ice-crusted eyebrows rise as he leaned forward, peering into the momentary
clarity, right at us. His eyes bulged, mouth agog.
‘He is here!’ he screamed to be heard over the sudden return of the storm’s wrath. ‘Constantine
is h—’
With a wet punch, an arrow whacked into the man’s chest and shuddered there. He spasmed
then folded over the edge of the timber parapet and fell like a sack of gravel, crunching into a
pillowy snowdrift at the turret’s foot. I glanced to my right, seeing my archer nock and draw
again, shifting his bow to the heights of the other tower, his eyes narrowing within the shadow
of his helm brow. He loosed, but the dark-skinned sentry up there ducked behind the parapet,
screaming and tolling a warning bell. At once, three more Maxentians spilled from the door at
the base of that rightmost tower, rushing south towards a simple, snow-topped stable twenty
paces away, in the lee of a rocky overhang. This was one of the few gateways through the
mountains – albeit the least favoured and most treacherous – and it was guarded by just five
men? Instantly, suspicion and elation clashed like swords in my mind. We had no time to rake
over the facts. These watchmen could not be allowed to ride south and warn the legions of
Italia. They had to die.

Emperor’s Spear

(Imperial Assassin #4)

by Alex Gough



On the Empire’s Northern border trouble is stirring. For decades the barbarians have been at the gates. Now, facing threats from within as well as outside, the Emperor is provoking war.

When his friend Atius goes missing in Germania, Imperial Assassin Silus is sent into the heart of the battle-torn region.

Plunged into a deadly intrigue and a brutal conflict, can Silus find out who is betraying Rome? Or will the legions start falling, one by bloody one?


Ulterior motives in the guise of friendship and alliance is the crux of the problem Silus faces in this drama filled episode. A compelling page turner that finds the bonds of trust, loyalty, and friendship strained to their limits. It is an exciting tale pitting the legacy hunting Caracalla against any and all barbarians, and he’ll do anything to come out victorious, and that has Silus and Atius at odds with each other, let alone at odds with Rome’s motives.

5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Enemy of Rome

(Gaius Valerius Verrens #5)

by Douglas Jackson



Summer, AD 69. Rome and its empire are in turmoil, caught in the coils of a desperate and destructive civil war.

The emperor Otho is dead by his own hand and his rival, Aulus Vitellius, occupies the imperial throne. However, a new challenge has arisen in the East – the legions of Titus Flavius Vespasian have declared him their Emperor.

In the dry heat of an August morning, Gaius Valerius Verrens prepares for his last day on earth. Wrongly accused of deserting his legion on the field of Bedriacum, it seems he is destined to die a coward’s death.

Then the executioner’s hand is stayed. Vitellius’ enemies will spare the life of the man who was once Hero of Rome if he pledges allegiance to Vespasian and his cause. Valerius – tired of the endless slaughter and hoping that he might be reunited with his lost love – agrees. And so he must battle his way south to Rome in order to persuade his friend Vitellius to stand down for the greater good of the city, its people and the Empire.

But this is civil war and this is Rome, and Valerius – his loyalties divided and branded an enemy of the people – is trapped in a maze of distrust, corruption, betrayal and blood-letting .


You have to feel for a protagonist who finds himself fighting for, and against every side in a war. Yeah, the author certainly has it in for his creation…of course that’s what makes this such an entertaining series. Notch up another winner…next one is already loaded up on me Kindle.😁 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Blades of Antioch

(Praetorian #6)

by S.J.A. Turney

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Rome has a new emperor; a strong emperor. Septimius Severus, a lion of the battlefield, now moves east to face the usurper Pescennius Niger, contesting with a clever opponent with the ultimate prize in the balance: the throne of Rome.

But with civil war raging all across the East, problems abound. One of the frumentarii, the emperor’s military agents, has gone missing in Arabia, and with him has gone a list of the service’s personnel.

With just a slave familiar with the east, Rufinus sets off for an outpost on the edge of the empire, seeking the missing agent in an attempt to save all those on the list before it falls into enemy hands. A war-torn land, treachery and violence await…


Oh what a tangled web we weave when we choose the wrong people to believe. Another stunning performance by our one time clumsy, naïve hero. Though it is a gut-wrenching one on many levels. On a mission in the middle of a warzone (a civil warzone), Rufinus finds out the hard way that things aren’t always what they seem. Pulling out all the stops, the author has created a tale with no straight lines…matters of trust and loyalty are muddled…the path to success a tortuous twisted affair… Actually, I don’t know why I was so surprised by the surprises. They are undeniable proof of a master at his craft. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ and a hope that Sheba is in season. 😎🤞

The Fort

(City of Victory #1)

by Adrian Goldsworthy



From bestselling historian Adrian Goldsworthy, a profoundly authentic, action-packed adventure set on Rome’s Danubian frontier.


The Dacian kingdom and Rome are at peace, but no one thinks that it will last. Sent to command an isolated fort beyond the Danube, centurion Flavius Ferox can sense that war is coming, but also knows that enemies may be closer to home.

Many of the Brigantes under his command are former rebels and convicts, as likely to kill him as obey an order. And then there is Hadrian, the emperor’s cousin, and a man with plans of his own.

“An instant classic of the genre.” HARRY SIDEBOTTOM

“An authentic, enjoyable read.” THE TIMES 


I have read a lot of Roman era historical-fiction, and I follow the works of a plethora of authors who write in that genre. So, I’m not exactly looking for ‘new’ authors as my ‘to be read’ pile is already overloaded with books written by those authors I already follow. However, because I have garnered some little notice in the blogosphere with my book reviews, I occasionally get unsolicited requests for read & reviews. Such was the case for The Fort. I was intrigued by the subject matter, and when I saw that one of my go to Roman authors stated this about The Fort, “An instant classic of the genre.” , then I was convinced to do the deed. Turns out it was a good decision as The Fort is one of those books that pulls the reader in, daring them to not turn the next page. A superbly detailed account full of the historical events plumped up with some wonderful fiction. The characters are true to form, the action relentless, and a narrative that is punctuated with snappy dialogue. While the main protagonist is Flavius Ferox, to me the star of the show is his wife, a Brigantine Queen. I fell under her spell early on, kind of like Brassus (you’ll understand when you read the book). Now I hate spoilers, so I’ll be vague – the ending caught me a little by surprise – though it does pave the way for more tales of the Trajan/Hadrian era, and that my fellow Roman readers means I have another author to follow. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Rome’s Sacred Flame

(Vespasian #8)

by Robert Fabbri

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Vespasian has been made Governor of Africa. Nero, Rome’s increasingly unpredictable Emperor, orders him to journey with his most trusted men to a far-flung empire in Africa to free 200 Roman citizens who have been enslaved by a desert kingdom. Vespasian arrives at the city to negotiate their emancipation, hoping to return to Rome a hero and find himself back in favor with Nero. But when Vespasian reaches the city, he discovers a slave population on the edge of revolt. With no army to keep the population in check, it isn’t long before tensions spill over into bloody chaos. Vespasian must escape the city with all 200 Roman citizens and make their way across a barren desert, battling thirst and exhaustion, with a hoard of rebels at their backs. It’s a desperate race for survival, with twists and turns aplenty. Meanwhile, back in Rome, Nero’s extravagance goes unchecked. All of Rome’s elite fear for their lives as Nero’s closest allies run amok. Can anyone stop the Emperor before Rome devours itself? And if Nero is to be toppled, who will be the one to put his head in the lion’s mouth? 


When a book has as many ratings/reviews as this one, it is difficult to write something that hasn’t been already written. So, this review will be succinct – to wit – The author’s portrayal of Nero is fiendishly outlandish, in other words spectacular; especially concerning the fire; oh yeah especially the fire. Another facet of this episode that I found so compelling is the long lived/exquisitely planned plots for revenge on Vespasian; in other words masterful storytelling, or as Magnus would say, ‘if you get my meaning.’ 😁 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Guardians at the Wall by Tim Walker – an excerpt for Coffee Pot Book Club

Book Title: Guardians at the Wall

Author: Tim Walker

Publication Date: 1st June 2021

Publisher: Independently published

Page Length: 310 Pages

Genre: Historical dual timeline (Contemporary/Roman)

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Guardians at the Wall

By Tim Walker


Archaeology student Noah scrapes the soil near Hadrian’s Wall, once a barrier that divided Roman Britannia from wild Caledonian tribes, in the hope of uncovering an ancient artefact around which he can build a project-defining story.

He makes an intriguing find, but hasn’t anticipated the distraction of becoming the object of desire in a developing love triangle in the isolated academic community at Vindolanda. He’s living his best life, but must learn to prioritise in a race against time to solve an astounding 2,000-year-old riddle, and an artefact theft, as he comes to realise his future career prospects depend on it.

In the same place, almost 2,000 years earlier, Centurion Gaius Atticianus, hungover and unaware of the bloody conflicts that will soon challenge him, is rattled by the hoot of an owl, a bad omen.

These are the protagonists whose lives will brush together in the alternating strands of this dual timeline historical novel, one commencing his journey and trying to get noticed, the other trying to stay intact as he approaches retirement.

How will the breathless battles fought by a Roman officer influence the fortunes of a twenty-first century archaeology mud rat? Can naive Noah, distracted by the attentions of two very different women, navigate his way to a winning presentation?

Find out in Tim Walker’s thrilling historical dual timeline novel, Guardians at the Wall.

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Guardians at the Wall by Tim Walker

Extract 1 – Archaeology in Action

[POV – Noah Jessop, archaeology student on a dig at Hadrian’s Wall]

I turned at the sound of Mike’s approach, his gum boots bouncing on the wooden boards preserving the moorland grass around the outer edge of the dig. Beyond him, white woolly blobs ripped at the tough turf with teeth and jaws suited to the harsh environment.

“Once you’ve photographed it, make an entry in the day log,” he said, before leaving me to check on the four volunteers who were sieving soil for hidden fragments of pots or small coins in a long wooden box outside the marquee.

It was the site of a settlement of wood and mud-daubed huts and their adjacent animal pens built by the Brigante people, next to what had once been the stone walls of the Roman fortress at Vindolanda. The Romans would have referred to the cluster of buildings as a ‘vicus’. Every fort had one. The fortress site had been excavated almost continuously since the 1930s, and had yielded a wealth of finds that revealed a detailed picture of how successive Roman garrisons had lived their lives – including written records and correspondence that had miraculously survived for almost two thousand years entombed in layers of peat and soft clay. Now a number of archaeology undergraduates had come together to excavate and map the vicus that had once serviced the needs of the Roman occupiers.

I returned to my trench and resumed scraping the earth beside the street. After ten minutes, I stopped abruptly as my trowel blade made contact with a solid object. “Another stone,” I muttered. I dug around it, slowly scraping the dark, loamy soil and patches of sticky clay, then I burrowed gently with my fingers to get underneath the object. It was no ordinary stone. I picked up my paint brush and swept away the clinging soil to reveal a carved face on a smooth, rounded stone, its form and facial features exposed to the sun and air for the first time in almost two millennia. And my eyes were the first to behold it. Time froze. The excavation didn’t exist, just my breathless awe at the face that had last been touched by the hands of someone from the Roman era. I embraced our private moment and then my excitement erupted.

“Mike! I’ve found something!” I yelled in the direction of my crouching supervisor.

Mike stood up and strode purposefully towards me, springing on the boards like a March lamb, calling, “I’m coming!” He knelt down and stared at the stone face peering out of the soil. “Yes, you’ve found something alright, young Noah. Brush away the surface and then photograph in situ before easing it out.”

One careful centimetre at a time, I freed the object, and I held it in my calloused hands, gently brushing away the top layer of clinging soil. I raised the carving and saw grooved swirls and inscriptions that would be revealed when it was clean, and the delicate features of the statuette. It was carved from light grey marble, had a flat base, and stood about ten inches tall. I estimated the weight to be about two pounds – a bag of sugar.

The other students and volunteers had stopped what they were doing and now gathered around, making cooing noises or remarking ‘nice’ and ‘lovely’. I brushed some more, exposing details of the impassive face and shrouded body that suggested it was a female form, its hands cradling the mound of its belly. After admiring her for a few seconds, I handed her over to Mike, grinning like a bridegroom.

“Hmmm, it looks like a deity of the Brigante tribe, perhaps a goddess of fertility or one to ward off evil spirits. Could be carved from a lump of marble found in the quarry pits that produced the blocks used to build the fortress walls. There’s a vein of quartz running through it that perhaps influenced its selection. I’ll take it to Professor Wilde to get her opinion. Well done, lad. Now everyone, back to work. Noah’s shown us that there are riches still to be discovered!”

I beamed with pride as if I’d uncovered the tomb of a pharaoh, and as Mike continued the process of recording and tucked up my beautiful goddess nice and safe, my eyes followed his every move, and I nodded as he talked me through it. 


[In the year 180 CE at the same location, Centurion Gaius Atticianus returns to Vindolanda fort after a successful patrol. Kerwyn is his native scout.]

As his unit gathered and men dismounted to clasp each other’s forearms with relief, Kerwyn and his family came to Gaius’s side.

“Sir, I am indebted to you for coming to our aid, although I did not ask for it. I will await your punishment for my disobedience.”

“That punishment will come, Kerwyn, but not today. Be with your family and be thankful to the gods, and your brave wife.”

The scout nodded and pulled his wife forward by her hand. “This is Morwen, who put the mother of our gods to good use in my defence.”

Morwen, still holding her woollen garment that was torn at the shoulder, held out a rounded stone in her other hand, and looked up sheepishly at the officer from behind an uneven fringe. In response to Gaius’s puzzled expression, she lifted the rock and showed him the carved face and body on its smooth, sculptured side.

Kerwyn explained. “Brigantia is the mother of our people; she is like your goddess, Minerva, and is the great protector of our children.”

“Well, she certainly protected you today!” Gaius laughed.

Kerwyn nodded. “The gods were with us today.” He looked shaken and ill at ease, rotating his felt riding hat through his hands.

Morwen said, “Please take the goddess to watch over your wife and family, sir.” She held the stone carving out, and Gaius hesitated before accepting it.

Gaius noticed that his men had assembled and Paulinus was organising them into two ranks, whilst still holding the reins of their horses. He nodded to Kerwyn and Morwen, then turned away and went to Paulinus. “How many have we lost?”

“I make it twelve Gauls and two Sarmatians,” Paulinus replied with a sigh.

Gaius flinched and took his gold coin from his pouch, burying it in his big fist. He hated the loss of any of his men, and now felt the heavy weight of his responsibility. He knew all the Gauls by name and much of their backgrounds. It was a hard loss to bear – the biggest loss in any single action since he had become cent commander.

Just then, two Gauls came into the square, leading their horses, to tired cheers from the men. It was the whipped troublemaker, Vetonrix, and another younger man with a bandaged head and bloody tunic. The men called out friendly insults in welcome.

“There is a story here,” Gaius whispered to Paulinus. They grinned their shared relief that two more had survived.

“There’s a story in your hand, sir,” Paulinus said, nodding at the stone carving.

Author Bio:

Tim Walker is an independent author living near Windsor in the UK. He grew up in Liverpool where he began his working life as a trainee reporter on a local newspaper. After studying for a degree in Communication studies he moved to London where he worked in the newspaper publishing industry for ten years before relocating to Zambia where, following a period of voluntary work with VSO, he set up his own marketing and publishing business. He returned to the UK in 2009.

His creative writing journey began in earnest in 2013, as a therapeutic activity whilst recovering from cancer treatment. He began writing an historical fiction series, A Light in the Dark Ages, in 2014, inspired by a visit to the part-excavated site of a former Roman town. The series connects the end of Roman Britain to elements of the Arthurian legend and is inspired by historical source material, presenting an imagined history of Britain in the fifth and early sixth centuries.

The last book in the series, Arthur, Rex Brittonum, was published in June 2020. This is a re-imagining of the story of King Arthur and follows on from 2019’s Arthur Dux Bellorum. Both titles are Coffee Pot Book Club recommended reads. The series starts with Abandoned (second edition, 2018); followed by Ambrosius: Last of the Romans (2017); and book three, Uther’s Destiny (2018). Series book covers are designed by Canadian graphic artist, Cathy Walker.

Tim has also written three books of short stories, Thames Valley Tales (2015), Postcards from London (2017) and Perverse (2020); a dystopian thriller, Devil Gate Dawn (2016); and three children’s books, co-authored with his daughter, Cathy – The Adventures of Charly Holmes (2017), Charly & the Superheroes (2018) and Charly in Space (2020).

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From the Ashes

(The Colosseum #1)

by Melissa Addey

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Rome, 80AD. A gigantic new amphitheatre is being built. The Emperor has plans for gladiatorial Games on a scale no-one has ever seen before. But the Games don’t just happen. They must be made. And Marcus, the man in charge of creating them, has just lost everything he held dear when Pompeii disappeared under the searing wrath of Vesuvius. Now it will fall to Althea, the slave woman who serves as his scribe, to ensure the Colosseum is inaugurated on time – and that Marcus makes his way out of the darkness that calls to him. 


I love Roman historical-fiction. So many eras, earth shaking events, godlike personalities, and stories for an author to choose from. From the Ashes takes place during the reign of Titus, and the inauguration of The Flavian Amphitheatre. As for earth shaking, Mt Vesuvius blows up covering the landscape in an ashen shroud, choking and burning all in it’s reach. The story revolves mainly around Marcus and Althea, not the usual godlike characters, but two individuals who rise above the tearful, paralyzing grief brought about by Vesuvius, while faced with the daunting task of keeping the Emperor pleased with his father’s legacy. Vividly described, their journey to get to and then through Pompeii in a hopeless search, is one of the more heartbreaking storylines in a tale full of emotional upsets. It would take a very strong, determined person to navigate the many challenges faced in this page turning tale. The author has created just such a character. Althea, accustomed to taking orders, becomes adept at handling situations where failure to succeed would produce dire consequences. Beset with her own sorrows, Althea digs deep into her being placing the doubts and worries aside. The tortuous path to complete the Amphitheatre is strewn with seemingly impossible to overcome obstacles…and that is what makes this book so entertaining, so enjoyable to read. I cannot wait for the second book in the series. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Furies of Rome

(Vespasian #7)

by Robert Fabbri



AD 58: Rome is in turmoil once more. Emperor Nero has set his heart on a new wife but to clear a path for her, he must first assassinate his Empress, Claudia Octavia. Vespasian needs to tread carefully here—Nero’s new lover, Poppaea Sabina, is no friend of his and her ascent to power spells danger. Meanwhile, Nero’s extravagance has reached new heights, triggering a growing financial crisis in Britannia. Vespasian is sent to Londinium to rescue the situation, only to become embroiled in a deadly rebellion, one that threatens to destroy Britannia and de-stabilize the empire.


As this book has been out for a while, and has garnered enough reviews that it’s safe to assume all angles have been covered. Thus I will keep this short…damnation, what a tale. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Amber Road

(Roma Amor #2)

by Sherry Christie

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Treachery amid the dark menace and magic of the German wilderness.
SPRING, 38 AD. Far from the intrigues of Caligula’s Rome, the legion fortress of Carnuntum stands alone against the forested wilderness across the Danube River.

Ex-Army tribune Marcus Carinna waits nearby for his beloved, the Germanic priestess Aurima. Stunned by treason in his family, he sees one hope of earning back his honor: to recover a lost legion’s sacred Eagle captured by rebels. He needs Aurima’s help to succeed — but after promising months ago to win the support of her chieftain father, a brutal enemy of Rome, she still hasn’t returned.

When an imperial spymaster recruits him for a secret mission among the hostile German tribes, Marcus jumps at the excuse to search for her. But as his troops slog along the rutted track of the Amber Road, he will discover that he is not out of reach of his enemies’ vengeance — and that saving the woman he loves is going to demand more heart and will than he knew he possessed.

If you enjoy good historical fiction — rich, meaty novels that immerse you in another time, peopled with characters you truly care about — you’re the kind of reader likely to love AMBER ROAD, the second installment in the epic saga of Roma Amor.


An emotionally charged tale to say the least, my fellow readers. While there are many characters involved in this tale of honor, loyalty, and above all; love, the range and depth of feelings, and passions of Aquilo (Marcus) and Aurima are what makes this sequel to Roma Amor such a pleasure to read. Mind you, that’s not the only reason, the underlying plot to reunite Aquilo and Aurima is chock full of excitement. Excitement in the sense that occasional pauses are required to take a breath, or to exclaim, “I didn’t see that coming!” Like the forest encased, and unnerving Amber Road, the pathway of this story is shrouded in surprises, urging the reader to tread further into the shadowy confines. A tale of personal anguish, trials, and fleeting joy, but also a tale of the ongoing dance of tension between Rome and the Germanic tribes who call that forest their home.

5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐