Ancient Rome AND Pompeii always fascinated me, and I've been blessed to have visited them more than once. Here's an author after my own heart--Nathan's books are set during those times of war, of decadence, of gluttonous self-indulgence.
I'm looking forward to reading them. Meanwhile, meet Nathan and read about A WAR WITHIN.
About Nathan
As a kid, Nathan delighted in leaping through the
door of historical fiction and into the adventure of the ancient world. In his
teens, his love for reading birthed a desire to write and bring history alive
for others. Nathan has always been fascinated with the monumental power and
enduring achievements of the Roman Empire and its asymmetrical clash with Early
Christianity. As a Christian, he is inspired by stories of triumphant faith in
the face of persecution, and he hopes these stories will inspire others as
well.
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About A WAR WITHIN
How far would you go to free your mother from slavery?
Suzanna ben Ya’ir is a slave to the king of Hatra, the indomitable
fortress city. She dreams of escaping the harem and finding her way back to
Rome to find her son, but she is held prisoner by the king’s soldiers, towering
walls, and untold miles of murderous desert. To escape she must earn coins as a
healer among the common folk of the city and join forces with a Hatran guard
who secretly loves her. But when the Roman legions arrive to besiege the city
her hope of escape seems more unattainable than ever.
Theudas ben Ya’ir is a fierce warrior and a member of the Roman
Emperor’s guard, but he also harbors a deadly secret – he is a Christian.
Theudas longs to find his mother and rescue her from slavery, but the Emperor,
his legions, and Plautianus – the ruthless leader of the Praetorians – are
besieging the city where she is held captive. Now Theudas must break the Roman
siege and infiltrate the hostile city, find his mother and help her escape. But
doing so will mean committing treason against the Emperor. Will his quest cost
Theudas his new-found faith and the life of the woman he loves?
With Suzanna’s life hanging in the balance, can she and Theudas defy the
odds and reunite? And if so, can they hope to survive?
Excerpt:
Suzanna wept with
shame. She wept for the hope of escape that she knew to be false even as she
clung to it. The paltry few coins she managed to save would never be enough to
convince a merchant to risk the wrath of the king by smuggling her out of this
city and across the wasteland surrounding it. The course of her life stretched
out before her, as clear and brutal as the sandy, sun-baked road that led west
toward the life she would never see again. She would go from the harem to the
scullery as her beauty continued to fade, and finally, long after all color had
been bleached from her life, to the grave.
She tried to reach
for her faith, fumbled for it with groping fingers. She could brush it, could
feel the residual warmth of the fire that once burned in her, but she couldn’t
grasp it, couldn’t stir it to life again. Jehovah had forsaken her and so she
knelt in a pile of rotting garbage against a filthy stone wall and wept.
Her pain seemed
inexhaustible but her tears were not and finally her shuddering shoulders
slowed and her sobs subsided. She was leaning against the wall now, her cheek
against cold stone. In that moment, Suzanna felt a strange sense of clarity.
She had two choices. She could lay here and die, or get up and go on. It was
the hardest decision she had ever faced.
In the end, a
dying man made the decision for her.
Tonight is the night Binyamin will pass from
this world and I must be there to ease that passing. I must be there. I must
get up. I must make at least this one last effort.
The heat of the
day was fully gone now and she was stiff with cold. She struggled to her feet
and stared up at the crooked slice of starry sky above. What time was it? Time
had had no meaning while she wept. It could have been minutes or hours. But it
was still darkest night. She still had time. She brushed at her the skirt of
her tunic in a futile effort to wipe away the muck, then swept a sleeve across
her eyes and beneath her nose. Stepping free of the alley she looked around,
took her bearings, and started off at a pained shuffle.
Movement worked
the cold stiffness from her limbs and she began walking faster as if trying to
shake off and leave behind the depression and hopelessness that had threatened
to crush her. She had a purpose this night, reason enough to live.
For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope: for a living
dog is better than a dead lion. The proverb came, unbidden, to her mind. And along with it came a
thought, a feeling, a whisper on the wind. Theudas
yet lives. She couldn’t tell where the assurance came from, had no way to
prove it as true, and yet she suddenly knew
it. Knew it like her own name. She quickened her steps still more.
Where there is life, there is hope.
Character Interview
of Suzanna ben Ya’ir
Birthdate and Birthplace
Suzanna was born a slave in Rome in AD 161. She was
descended from Jewish slaves captured in the Judeo-Roman war a hundred years
before.
Level of schooling
As a child, she learned healing from her master, a Greek
physician, and after being sold upon his death she further developed her
natural talent through hands-on experience, nursing her master’s wife and other
slaves in the household.
Significant other
She married a fellow Jewish slave, Luke, and they had a son,
Theudas. After Theudas fought their master’s son and Luke defended him, both
father and son were sold to be gladiators.
Currently residing
in...
Luke died in the Coliseum, and Suzanna was transported to
Parthia and sold into the harem of the king of Hatra, the Parthian desert
fortress.
Job and most
important goal
There, with the help of a sympathetic guard, she slips away
at night to nurse the poor, hording the few coins she receives in payment in
hopes of one day buying passage back to Rome with a caravan.
Secret desire or
fantasy and worst fear or nightmare
Her secret dream is to be reunited with her son, while her
greatest fear is that she will die alone and forgotten.
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