Аннотация
The Left Hand of Calvus
by L.A. Witt
In accordance with the prophecy, this book is dedicated to Aleks, Rachel, and Sarah for never letting “good enough” be good enough.
So this is Pompeii. The prosperous city at the base of Vesuvius.
I’ve heard the tales about this place. Quiet. Warm. Near the sea. Until recently, with the rudis of freedom so close I could almost feel its wooden hilt in my hands, I had considered coming here to make my home once I was no longer a slave. That is until Fortune decided I should remain in bondage. I’d had perhaps three fights left, but now I, along with two other men from my familia gladiatori, are on our way to the Pompeiian politician who’s now our master.
In spite of the fact that I’d lost my chance at freedom, the rest of the men in the familia had been envious.
“A nobleman?In Pompeii?” One had slapped my arm. “You lucky bastard!”
“Agreed,” another had said...
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