When the Black Death enters England through the port in Dorsetshire in June 1348, no one knows what manner of sickness it isβor how it spreads and kills so quickly. The Church cites God as the cause, and fear grips the people as they come to believe that the plague is a punishment for wickedness.
The Last Hour
β Scribed by Ballista, Marcus Clodius;Sidebottom, Harry;Taylor, Sally
- Publisher
- Bonnier Publishing Fiction; Zaffre
- Year
- 2018
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 279 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- City
- Rome, Rome (Empire
- ISBN
- 178576425X
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β¦ Synopsis
A battle-hardened soldier has just 24 hours to expose a deadly conspiracy at the heart of the Roman Empire in this brilliantly gripping historical thriller from Sunday Times bestseller and Ancient Rome expert, Harry Sidebottom.
A lone figure stands silhouetted atop the Mausoleum of Hadrian. Behind him, the sun is setting over the centre of the known world. Far below, the river is in full flood. The City of Rome lies spread out before him on the far bank.
Footsteps pound up the stairs. He's been set up. An enemy is closing in; he is cornered. He jumps.
Bruised and battered, he crawls out of the raging river. He is alone and unarmed, without money or friends, trapped in a deadly conspiracy at the heart of the Empire. The City Watch has orders to take him alive; other, more sinister, forces want him dead. As the day dies, he realises he has only 24 hours to expose the conspirators, and save the leader of the world. If the...
β¦ Subjects
Rome (Empire)
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When the Black Death enters England through the port in Dorsetshire in June 1348, no one knows what manner of sickness it is--or how it spreads and kills so quickly. The Church cites God as the cause, and fear grips the people as they come to believe that the plague is a punishment for wickedness.
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