Brid For Price
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SOME HISTORIES ARE WELL KNOWN. OTHERS ARE LOST. STILL OTHERS ARE NEVER MEANT TO BE FOUND.
A child prodigy is kidnapped, saved by an ancient vampire who trains him in music to become the consort of Caesar.
THE SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS is a historical drama/horror story of approx.100,000 words.
The backdrop of this epic is the entire Mediterranean World; from the moss-covered rocks of Britannia to mysterious land of Egypt. From the Pillars of Hercules to the Euphrates River.
The time is the 2nd Century CE and life exists on the edge of a sword. Enduring a tumultuous
childhood is NOVOS of Zankinthois, a remarkable musical child rescued by ATHENIODONIS, a twenty thousand year old soulless being. Not of flesh, but of stone- who must consume man as easily as he nurtures him. Novos defends his own life- being the SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS, rising to become the lover and companion of Hadrian, Emperor of Rome. But how can passion endure when power shifts with the rise and fall of the sun? Some devotions will flourish, while some will die without knowing.
It works easily as a Trilogy. Each chapter is like a short story- with a beginning, middle and an end.
Yet they are connected by characters and locations. Some fictitious, interwoven with the rest based on factual Roman history and events. Power, love and survival are challenged by greed, revenge and violence. Similar to the dramas that are played out in our world today.
As Anne Rice successfully tapped into the immense curiosity of vampires, THE SLAVE OF
ATHENIODONIS goes further with beings not made from mortals, but formed rather from the essence of the Cosmos. Mercury flows through their veins. However they are few and far between, with many unsuccessful attempts to transform humans into these “Watchers of the World.” And like the intrigue and deviousness of “I, Claudius” and stories such as “Gladiator,” this story delves into the cruel underbelly of Roman rulers- their allies and those who would have them murdered.
The story dares to ask- does love exist? And in a world of so much death, who is the real monster?
Man or Immortal?
A child prodigy is kidnapped, saved by an ancient being who trains him in music to become the consort of Caesar.
THE SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS is a historical drama/horror story of approx.100,000 words.
The backdrop of this epic is the entire Mediterranean World; from the moss-covered rocks of Britannia to mysterious land of Egypt. From the Pillars of Hercules to the Euphrates River.
The time is the 2nd Century CE and life exists on the edge of a sword. Enduring a tumultuous
childhood is NOVOS of Zankinthois, a remarkable musical child rescued by ATHENIODONIS, a twenty thousand year old soulless being. Not of flesh, but of stone- who must consume man as easily as he nurtures him. Novos defends his own life- being the SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS, rising to become the lover and companion of Hadrian, Emperor of Rome. But how can passion endure when power shifts with the rise and fall of the sun? Some devotions will flourish, while some will die without knowing, It works easily as a Trilogy. Each chapter is like a short story- with a beginning, middle and an end.
Yet they are connected by characters and locations. Some fictitious, interwoven with the rest based on factual Roman history and events. Power, love and survival are challenged by greed, revenge and violence. Similar to the dramas that are played out in our world today.
As Anne Rice successfully tapped into the immense curiosity of vampires, THE SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS goes further with beings not made from mortals, but formed rather from the essence of the Cosmos. Mercury flows through their veins. However they are few and far between, with many unsuccessful attempts to transform humans into these “Watchers of the World.” And like the intrigue and deviousness of “I, Claudius” and stories such as “Gladiator,” this story delves into the cruel underbelly of Roman rulers- their allies and those who would have them murdered.
The story dares to ask- does love exist? And in a world of so much death, who is the real monster?
Man or Immortal?
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A child prodigy is kidnapped, saved by an ancient vampire who trains him in music to become the consort of Caesar.
THE SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS is a historical drama/horror story of approx.100,000 words.
The backdrop of this epic is the entire Mediterranean World; from the moss-covered rocks of Britannia to mysterious land of Egypt. From the Pillars of Hercules to the Euphrates River.
The time is the 2nd Century CE and life exists on the edge of a sword. Enduring a tumultuous
childhood is NOVOS of Zankinthois, a remarkable musical child rescued by ATHENIODONIS, a twenty thousand year old soulless being. Not of flesh, but of stone- who must consume man as easily as he nurtures him. Novos defends his own life- being the SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS, rising to become the lover and companion of Hadrian, Emperor of Rome. But how can passion endure when power shifts with the rise and fall of the sun? Some devotions will flourish, while some will die without knowing.
It works easily as a Trilogy. Each chapter is like a short story- with a beginning, middle and an end.
Yet they are connected by characters and locations. Some fictitious, interwoven with the rest based on factual Roman history and events. Power, love and survival are challenged by greed, revenge and violence. Similar to the dramas that are played out in our world today.
As Anne Rice successfully tapped into the immense curiosity of vampires, THE SLAVE OF
ATHENIODONIS goes further with beings not made from mortals, but formed rather from the essence of the Cosmos. Mercury flows through their veins. However they are few and far between, with many unsuccessful attempts to transform humans into these “Watchers of the World.” And like the intrigue and deviousness of “I, Claudius” and stories such as “Gladiator,” this story delves into the cruel underbelly of Roman rulers- their allies and those who would have them murdered.
The story dares to ask- does love exist? And in a world of so much death, who is the real monster?
Man or Immortal?
“It is the 2nd Century CE and Rome is the center of the known world. A machine of war and slavery, insatiable and blood-thirsty. But within this chaos grows a genius child of Greek pastures, Novos of Zankinthois, gifted with a voice of the gods. It is a time before serpents and masks of gold. Before flight and oracles. A time before hearts to malign. Before demons of stone and temples of
gleaming white.”
The wind blew cold on the hills of Rome.
It hadn’t snowed here for the past three years and much of the city would welcome the relief from
the stench of death. Dark clouds above threatened like so many angry voices of the past. Churning,
twisting towards heaven and then down again. Did the gods still smile on this, the Eternal City, or was
it too late?
Just one good storm. White covering the Colosseum, white purity on the Forum- white, white
falling white. Wash away the common blood, cover the filth in the streets. Ages and ages of
corruption, greed and murder to be cleansed away. From those perilous days before the Republic
through the time of the emperors Rome still stood, for better or for worse. Maybe, there was a chance
to start anew.
But Novos knew differently. He wrapped his thick black woolen scarf around that famous neck of
his to keep out the bitter chill. He hadn’t been back in Rome in many months, since the time he came
to search for Caesar, to speak to Caesar. Now it was all too late. He was less than nothing in the eyes
of this palace, the only kindness coming from Miranthum Germana, who helped raise Hadrian. Now
she was in her nineties, kindly allowing Novos back. She had been part of this palace and cared for
Hadrian since he was a boy, and had always been a friend to Novos and cared for his safety and wellbeing
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“CAPTIVATING STORY TELLING. RIVITING AND ORIGINAL.
A NEW WRITER OF AMAZING INSIGHT.” Riva Preil – “The Inside Story -Women’s Health.”
Lance Phillips pursued a Bachelor’s Degree from San Jose State University. He has taken his music around the world as a vocalist and for eight years was able to experience most of the locations that appear in THE SLAVE OF ATHENIODONIS. He has touched the waters of the Nile, encountered the ghosts of the Roman Colosseum and embraced the marble of the Parthenon. A stage life well lived in both Los Angeles and in New York City has given him tremendous insight into story telling, so writing seemed to occur naturally after a litany of musical successes. This is the debut novel by Lance Phillips, who also penned the lyrics that NOVOS sings in this work, plus a variety of short stories and poems to his credit as well. Lance Phillips continues to live the sweet life in the Hudson Heights neighborhood of New York City.
“These are an insight into my life- up until now. My BFFs were my faithful and loving dogs, Oliver and my Beauregard- beyond anything I have ever experienced before. They were my children. These poems helped me deal with their loss and the stories are a reflection of how I was lucky enough to make it this far.”
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Little soul who walked on this Earth for such a brief time, tell me where have you gone?
Dear Friend, where have you gone? You came to me to say “Good Bye” But I did not hear you.
How could there ever have been a time without you in my life? They said that you were a mistake.
It was a Saturday, like any other Saturday. A quiet morning. God, do I love to sleep. I thought that I could spend the afternoon cleaning as usual
Growing up in Santa Clara/San Jose, California in the 1960’s gave me a very unique opportunity to be exposed to other types of cultures
As I wait for sleep, this opening unto the unconscious, I say my prayers. I pray to Mary, Mother of Heaven to hold you in Her arms, to bless you.
The place which two converging lines or surfaces meet.
However, it can be much more.
Growing up in Santa Clara/San Jose, California in the 1960’s gave me a very unique opportunity to be exposed to other types of cultures
As I wait for sleep, this opening unto the unconscious, I say my prayers. I pray to Mary, Mother of Heaven to hold you in Her arms, to bless you.
“These are an insight into my life- up until now. My BFFs were my faithful and loving dogs, Oliver and my Beauregard- beyond anything I have ever experienced before. They were my children. These poems helped me deal with their loss and the stories are a reflection of how I was lucky enough to make it this far.”
Little soul who walked on this Earth for such a brief time, tell me where have you gone?
Dear Friend, where have you gone? You came to me to say “Good Bye” But I did not hear you.
How could there ever have been a time without you in my life? They said that you were a mistake.
It was a Saturday, like any other Saturday. A quiet morning. God, do I love to sleep. I thought that I could spend the afternoon cleaning as usual
Growing up in Santa Clara/San Jose, California in the 1960’s gave me a very unique opportunity to be exposed to other types of cultures
As I wait for sleep, this opening unto the unconscious, I say my prayers. I pray to Mary, Mother of Heaven to hold you in Her arms, to bless you.
The place which two converging lines or surfaces meet.
However, it can be much more.