By Rebecca Levene
Forty advert, Rome. Slaves are disappearing, the our bodies of the useless are being stolen and mysterious shipments arrive from Egypt at midnight. at the back of all of it are the strong Cult of Isis, looking for the way to breach the barrier among existence and dying. the one those that can cease them are a gladiator, a slave and an over-sexed youngster - and a stranger who simply could be a god
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They looked like typical immigrants in their "Old World" clothing. The men's long coats were of heavy wool, and their caps almost covered their faces. Christina's dress came to her knees, and her bonnet was dark and plain. The unsettled looks on their faces revealed who they were: strangers in a strange land, uncertain but hopeful. Carl noticed many types of boats along East Riverbarges, ferries, steamships, sailing ships. Tall, narrow smokestacks, like black trees, rose from the vessels. The guide pointed in one direction.
The horses pulled the wagon down a brick street to a small, white house. Mrs. Fosberg, a short, plump woman with graying hair, greeted them at the door. "Come in and be comfortable. I have good, sweet milk and ginger cookies for you," she said, smiling. Carl eyed the platter of cookies that looked just like the ones his mother made in Sweden. What a treat, he thought. He and Christina quickly drank the milk and devoured the cookies. "Tack så mycket," they told Mrs. Fosberg. Carl looked out the window and saw the beach, its sand glistening in the sunlight.
I'm sorry I could not meet you at the harbor yesterday. " "We were able to find the hotel," Carl reassured the man. He looked at Mr. Lundblad, dressed in a tailored, dark suit with a cravat at the neck. Was he another Swede who had made his fortune in America? "I want to show you Central Park and other beautiful parts of our city," Mr. Lundblad said. They drove down Broadway first, and Carl remembered that it was the widest street in New York City. He looked at the fine buildings many housing jewelry and clothing stores.
Anno Mortis (Tomes of the Dead) by Rebecca Levene