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“Signal from the observation post, my lord,” the runner said. “The Easterners haven’t moved; it seems like they are buying the… [See More on Patreon]

“Major? Message for you,” the young man said as he ran up to Chen’s open office door, holding out a slip. “You may go,” Chen said, opening it. He didn’t have to read it to… [See More on Patreon]

Although they had completely destroyed the army they’d chased, it hadn’t taken long for the Easterners to bring up something. Their problem was, it had been scattered. Small groups brought in each day, raiders, essentially, trying to do something about the Western… [See More on Patreon]

Fa Jian reached the cove with Lín Páng and four others while the sun still hung above the western hills, which gave them enough light to spread along the shoreline and identify the approaches a ship would use to reach the beach. The cove itself was well chosen, a crescent of dark sand backed by […]

The tribesmen had come two days earlier, three men on camels riding out of the Sinai wastes, approaching the picket line calmly, hands raised. Their spokesman was a man named Tariq, a face like worn leather. To Cormac’s surprise, he spoke decent Punic, which was the language shared by most… [See More on Patreon]