Red at Night
Spreigas, only the second democratically-elected president since before World War II, addressed a rejoicing nation. It was 2000 hours. “My friends,” he began…
Red in Morning
Puennio stood in the ruins of what had once been the king’s palace, and watched the sun rise. The switch to democracy had taken some doing, but it was done…
A Different Sort of Battle
Finally, Zibin realized, there was peace. The Ottomans had finally been warned away, and Britain had pledged her aid. There was a different sort of battle…
On the Run
Siutin ran through the field. It was a black night, with not even the moon to shine its light. Siutin was a wanted man. The Ottomans had been ramming their way…
Invaders from the East
Udis walked down the stone path that overlooked the mountains. The mist hung above them like a specter, haunting him, staying on to his conscience. He could…
The First Arms Race
Yunis sat on the throne as his Budin, his most experienced military advisor, spoke to him. “The Hittites are forging new and greater weapons,” he said, his…
Urheimat
On the plain of the ancestors, the priest held the boy. There were five mounds, pyramidal in form but with flat tops. The blood from the ritual sacrifice was…
Overgrown
Nature overtaking the civilized world Like day overtaking night Like a flag being unfurled Draped over the human blight! The cities of yore show their wear The…