Award-winning fantasy author P.J. Berman steps into new territory by releasing four historical short stories of how the greed of the few costs the blood of the many.
A Bloody Day at Marathon
After his home is destroyed and his family slaughtered, Theodosius thirsts for revenge.
The Spirit of Poland
Poland stands alone - and it’s fighting for its life. A handful of brave pilots embody the country’s defiance in the face of annihilation.
Split Loyalties
Its glory days may be over, but even in the tumult that engulfs the Western Roman Empire, Sigeric and Licinia are forced to wonder, does love really conquer all, or is that the preserve of the Roman legions?
The Fate of Mari
Carrying messages throughout the city of Mari is Bashaa’s life, but under the shadow of advancing enemies, his path is about to take a turn he could never have predicted.
PLUS: Read the first chapter of Vengeance of Hope, the opening book in P.J.Berman’s award-winning ‘Silrith’ epic fantasy series!
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Blood and Greed: Volume 1 will be released on April 28th 2020.
Ash-blackened streets. Smoke-filled skies. Roaring flames amid the clinging, choking stench of death. A place of despair.
The city of Eretria had once been Theodosius’ home; only days ago, even. Now all that was gone. In those last moments within the city walls, he had seen things he would never be able to forget, let alone forgive. The memories were forever burnt into his mind and there was no escaping from himself. Even now, he could almost see the flames in the corners of his eyes. He consciously tried to block out the flashbacks, but each time, the acrid fumes consumed his lungs once more. Trapped. Suffocated.
In all his eighteen years, he had seen nothing like it. As he had walked, staggering onward for many days, stowing away on a boat across the sea to the neighbouring city-state of Athens, he had not been able to remove the terrible images from his mind, nor the hopeless questions of why any of this had happened.
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Giuseppe Raccosta
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Lucas Andrade
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Diego Alejandro Bustos
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