Roma Eterna
Robert Silverberg
Language: English
Pages: 326
ISBN: 0380814889
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
No power on Earth can resist the might of Imperial Rome, so it has been and so it ever shall be. Through brute force, terror, and sheer indomitable will, her armies have enslaved a world. From the reign of Maximilianus the Great in A.U.C. 1203 onward through the ages—into a new era of scientific advancement and astounding technologies—countless upstarts and enemies arise, only to be ground into the dust beneath the merciless Roman bootheels. But one people who suffer and endure throughout the many centuries of oppressive rule dream of the glorious day that is coming—when the heavens themselves will be opened to them… and the ships they are preparing in secret will carry them on their "Great Exodus" to the stars.
Originally published 2003 by Eos.
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Place was sacked, you know, when the Byzantines invaded the Western Empire six hundred years ago. It’s pretty certain that they carried the treasures of the early Emperors off to Constantinopolis with them, wouldn’t you think?” “How did you happen to see it?” I ask. “You were traveling with your uncle, I suppose.” “With Flavius Rufus, actually.” “Flavius Rufus?” “Flavius Caesar. Emperor Maxentius’s third brother. He loves southern Italia. Comes down here all the time.” “With you?” “Once in.
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Greek, a foreigner, whatever pretense the Byzantines might make toward being a legitimate half of the original Roman Empire. Rulers had been deposed before, yes. There had been civil wars in ancient times, Octavianus versus Marcus Antonius, and the squabble over the succession to Nero, and the battle for the throne after the assassination of Commodus. But Antipater couldn’t recall any instances of a defeated Emperor supinely resigning the throne to his conqueror. The usual thing was to fall on.