In His Arena 1: Slave Eternal (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
Of all Arena’s punishments, Lucan had never suffered this one. At this time of evening, the Empress’s Theatre was silent, the sand slashed crimson with blood and gore, the stench of death thick in the air—the remnants of the day’s Spectacle. Discarded bone and clay tickets lay broken on the sand, and the hot breeze chased a small cluster of ribbons—some woman’s favor, once bestowed in amorous emotion, now lost as the day went down in the west. Like dragging fingers, the sun pulled back over the tiers of the Grand Palestra, cloaking the warrens in shadow, then the lower houses, the last light glinting off the golden accents of House Zaerus and flaring off the Bronze Gates of the amphitheatre. One day, Lucan promised himself as he stumbled out onto the sand. One day, I will walk out of here. A free man. The praetorian guard marched him in chains to the center of the arena. He looked up, gaze searching the empty stands. Only hours ago the masses had thronged those benches and screamed his name.
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