Michael Livingston

Protected: Four Shards of Heaven: Chapter 3

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Back to School

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Alas, the fun of the break had to end sometime. I start teaching tonight.
On the plus side, this does mean that I won’t feel so stupid when I wake up and start putting on my uniform out of habit.

This post part of a larger series of a novel in progress: Go to the beginning.
(I’m dividing Four Shards of Heaven into four parts. Part I is titled “The Scrolls of Thoth.”)
CHAPTER 2
Alexandria, 32 BCE
Lucius Vorenus, feeling a now-familiar tiredness in his forty-five-year-old bones, leaned against the stonework atop the palace wall and looked [...]

Today is the seventh of January.
Today, I walked to work in sandals and a short-sleeved shirt.
It’s wrong, wrong, wrong … yet it feels so right!

This post part of a larger series of a novel in progress: Go to the beginning.
(I’m dividing Four Shards of Heaven into four parts. Part I is titled “The Scrolls of Thoth.”)
CHAPTER 1
Rome, 32 BCE
When Juba pulled his horse to a stop at the gate, the guards immediately offered to arrange for a slave-driven [...]

This makes three (reference to the others here and here). Not a lot to this one from SFRevu, other than the fact that reviewer Sam Tomaino rates the story “Very Good” (nice!) and sums it up thus:
Michael Livingston sets “The Angel of Marye’s Heights” during the Battle of Fredricksburg. The angel Gabriel seems to [...]

A few weeks ago I posted a snippet from a review of Paradox 11, which features my story “The Angel of Marye’s Heights.” A second review has now appeared, this time from Robert J. Santa at SFReader:
Michael Livingston does in his Civil War story “The Angel of Marye’s Heights” exactly what I feel Chris [...]

This post part of a larger series of a novel in progress: Start Here.
PROLOGUE
“The Boy Who Would Inherit the World”
The Outskirts of Rome, 44 BC

From the dusk-shadowed darkness beneath the wall of Julius Caesar’s villa beyond the Tiber River, the assassin Valerius looked back at the eternal city. Like a living thing, Rome seemed [...]

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