Аннотация
Clive Cussler, Dirk Cussler
Crescent Dawn
DEDICATION
To Teri and Dayna,
who make it all fun.
PROLOGUE
HOSTILE HORIZONS
327 A.D. THE MEDITERRANEAN SEAThe drumbeat echoed off the wooden bulkheads, reverberating in a rhythmic staccato of flawless precision. The celeusta rapped methodically at his goatskin drum in a smooth yet mechanical fashion. He could bang for hours without missing a beat — his musical training based more on endurance than harmony. Though there was a recognized value to his steady cadence, his audience of galley rowers simply hoped that the monotonous performance would soon reach an end.
Lucius Arcelian rubbed a sweaty palm across his leggings, then tightened his grip on a heavy oak oar. Pulling the blade through the water in a smooth motion, he quickly matched strokes with the men around him. A young native of Crete, he had joined the Roman Navy six years earlier, attracted by lucrative wages and an ...
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