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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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Six Sentence Sunday, 9 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

“I remember when you were in the palace, when I was stationed here under Gabinius. What a slip of a girl, and yet your eyes—“ She inclined her head and smiled.  “Oh, not their beauty, Your Majesty. Their wisdom. You … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 2 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

The last golden light gave way to torchlight, and they leaned toward each other, in the rich firelight, and once or twice their fingers brushed, in reaching for the same delicacy. The meat was succulent, and the wine delightful, and … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 25 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

There were other things to attend, as well: what prospects might open up were Antony amenable to accepting her as an ally. There was the troublesome matter of Arsinoe, who yet remained a force, and frustratingly beyond her reach, as … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 18 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

Caesar had had his conference with Sosigenes the astronomer, and made notes on the reform of the calendar, which would be undertaken on his return to Rome.  She had a project of her own to undertake, as well. Timaeus was … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 11 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

Cleopatra leaped to her feet and paced. Timaeus–was Timaeus in the burning Library? and then foolishly, but what about the last scroll of the treatise on automata? She wouldn’t know how it turned out. And that she most passionately wanted … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 4 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

The censorious didn’t care for the rites of the god of wine, but he was the protector of the whole dynasty: the god of frenzy and change, the deity of chance. No army moved without proper rations of wine and … Continue reading

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