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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 31 March (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

Caesar was proving not entirely agreeable to what she needed, abroad at least, if she were to share rule of the sea-kingdoms with him from Rome. She had looked into the law-books at Rome, and shuddered; good Alexandrian matrons and … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 24 March 2013 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

“The temples are carved out of the living rock, and the gods twenty or more times the size of men–as they should be.” “And the great Sphinx—is it true what they say, that it is not a woman but a … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 17 March 2013 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

The sculptor came and went, taking notes with papyrus and memory as she assumed the ritual postures of the goddess, just as in the temple ritual, though with a few Greco-Roman twists—the knotted drapery for one, which was of a … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 10 March 2013 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

Timaeus would stay behind to supervise the efforts of the experimental ship-design effort.  “Automata, your majesty,” he said, shaking his head. “A child’s toy…” “Can become a weapon. Aren’t the deadliest daggers the ones that look like little bijoux?” He … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 3 March 2013 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

“Your administration was notable for crisis, and cool-headed management of same. Quite a performance for a mere chit of a girl.” “I was apprenticed for the role,” she said without heat. “And I had history as a guide. Let the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 23 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

The beautiful rowers, all in unison, beat in rhythm with the drums, with her own heart, with the turning of the stars overhead, as the temple dancers in their clockwork splendor played out the tale of Isis and Osiris, and … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 16 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

The regalia of Isis, Mother of Steam, was heavy indeed, with its crown of gears and twin stacks, a visual pun on the traditional headdress. Gods were shape-shifters, after all, and the Great Mother was no different in that respect. It … Continue reading

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