Emperor: The Gates of Rome: Volume 1 in the Emperor Series
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Overview
Rarely, if ever, does a new writer dazzle us with such a vivid imagination and storytelling, flawlessly capturing the essence of a land, a people, a legend. Conn Iggulden is just such a writer, bringing to vivid life one of the most fascinating eras in human history. In a true masterpiece of historical fiction, Iggulden takes us on a breathtaking journey through ancient Rome, sweeping us into a realm of tyrants and slaves, of dark intrigues and seething passions. What emerges is both a grand romantic tale of coming-of-age in the Roman Empire and a vibrant portrait of the early years of a man who would become the most powerful ruler on earth: Julius Caesar.
Editorial Reviews
Right now, ancient Rome is all the craze, and this book should fit in well. The son of a senator and his bastard brother are raised together but find themselves increasingly at odds as the empire spirals toward civil war. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
Author Information
Bio of Conn Iggulden
I was born in the normal way in 1971, and vaguely remember half-pennies and sixpences. I have written for as long as I can remember: poetry, short stories and novels. It's what I always wanted to do and read English at London university with writing in mind. I taught English for seven years and was Head of English at St. Gregory's RC High school in London by the end of that period. I have enormous respect for those who still labour at the chalk-face. In truth, I can't find it in me to miss the grind of paperwork and initiatives. I do miss the camaraderie of the smoker's room, as well as the lessons where their faces lit up as they understood what I was wittering on about. My mother is Irish and from an early age, she told me history as an exciting series of stories - with dates. My great-grandfather was a Seannachie , so I suppose story-telling is in the genes somewhere. My father flew in Bomber Command in WWII, then taught maths and science. Perhaps crucially, he also loved poetry and cracking good tales. Though it seems a dated idea now, I began teaching when boys were told only girls were good at English, despite the great names that must spring to mind after that statement. My father loved working with wood and equations, but he also recited 'Vitai Lampada' with a gleam in his eye and that matters, frankly. I've always loved historical fiction as a genre and cut my teeth on Hornblower and Tai-Pan, Flashman, Sharpe and Jack Aubrey. I still remember the sheer joy at reading my first Patrick O'Brian book and discovering there were nineteen more in the series. I love just about anything by David Gemmell, or Peter F. Hamilton or Wilbur Smith. I suppose the one thing that links all those is the love of a good tale. That's about it for the moment. I wanted to write the html for this myself, so it takes longer than using a professional programme. I have plans to include a section on my favourite poems, and possibly short stories as they occur to me. There is a contact link off the main page if you'd like to write to me, or perhaps leave a comment in the forum. I'll leave it there for the moment. If you've read my books, you know an awful lot about the way I think already. There's no point overdoing it.
Customer Reviews
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Emperor is a history lesson with all the gore still intactedPosted June 23, 2009 by APJ, El Paso
Emperor, a book that follows the life the Gaius Julius Caesar is what i would like to call a perfect picture of Rome that shows every bit of the violence, misery, and love that even the average roman citizen goes through and even adore. Violence because of the very nature of a roman, misery when the hero finally rides in to same them, and love because, like any other person love is the one thing that can keep someone going through any storm. The story is one of the politics that took place during Caesar's childhood, pointing at every flaw the republic system, some so major, some senators even think that there is a where to legally have rome bow to them.
One of the things that i appreciate the most about this book is that at the end of the book Conn Iggulden points out everything that was a fib or distortion of facts and corrects them, even giving suggested readings for people who would like to know more about Caesar. When it comes to historical fiction no matter what Iggulden writes about, even though you do not know me you may in fact see me at the stores the very day it comes out
A.P.J.
The Sun City
Additional Info
Imprint
Delacorte Press
Filesize
839.83 KB
Number of Pages
386
eBook ISBN
9780440334217
Excerpt from: Emperor: The Gates of Rome by Conn Iggulden
CHAPTER 1
The track in the woods was a wide causeway to the two boys strolling down it. Both were so dirty with thick, black mud as to be almost unrecognizable as human. The taller of the two had blue eyes that seemed unnaturally bright against the cracking, itching mud that plastered him.
"We're going to be killed for this, Marcus," he said, grinning. In his hand, a sling spun lazily, held taut with the weight of a smooth river pebble.
"Your fault, Gaius, for pushing me in. I told you the riverbed wasn't dry all the way."
As he spoke, the shorter boy laughed and shoved his friend into the bushes that lined the path. He whooped and ran as Gaius scrambled out and set off in pursuit, sling whirring in a disc.
"Battle!" he shouted in his high, unbroken voice.
The beating they would get at home for ruining their tunics was far away, and both boys knew every trick to get out of trouble -- all that mattered was charging through the woodland paths at high speed, scaring birds. Both boys were barefoot, already with calluses developing, despite not having seen more than eight summers.
"This time, I'll catch him," Gaius panted to himself as he ran. It was a mystery to him how Marcus, who had the same number of legs and arms, could yet somehow make them move faster than he could. In fact, as he was shorter, his stride should have been a little less, surely--
The leaves whipped by him, stinging his bare arms. He could hear Marcus taunting him up ahead, close. Gaius showed his teeth as his lungs began to hurt.
Without warning, he broke into a clearing at full tilt and skidded to a sudden, shocked stop. Marcus was lying on the ground, trying to sit up and holding his head in his right hand. Three men -- no, older boys -- were standing there, carrying walking staffs.
Gaius groaned as he took in his surroundings. The chase had carried the two boys off his father's small estate and into their neighbors' part of the woods. He should have recognized the track that marked the boundary, but he'd been too caught up in catching Marcus for once.
"What do we have here? A couple of little mudfish, crawled up out of the river!"
It was Suetonius who spoke, the eldest son of the neighboring estate. He was fourteen and killing time before he went into the army. He had the sort of trained muscles the two younger boys hadn't begun to develop. He had a mop of blond hair over a face speckled with white-headed eruptions that covered his cheeks and forehead, with a sprinkling of angry-looking red ones disappearing under his praetexta tunic. He also had a long, straight stick, friends to impress, and an afternoon to while away.
Gaius was frightened, knowing he was out of his depth. He and Marcus were trespassing -- the best they could expect was a few blows, the worst was a beating with broken bones. He glanced at Marcus and saw him try to stagger to his feet. He'd obviously been belted with something as he ran into the older boys.
"Let us go, Tonius, we're expected back."
"Speaking mudfish! We'll make our fortune, boys! Grab hold of them, I have a roll of twine for tying up pigs that will do just as well for mudfish."
Gaius didn't consider running, with Marcus unable to get away. This wasn't a game -- the cruelty of the boys could be managed if they were treated carefully, talked to like scorpions, ready to strike without warning.












