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By Steven Saylor

On a kick back January night in fifty six B.C., unusual viewers to Rome - an Egyptian ambassador and a eunuch priest - hunt down Gordianus the Finder whose uniqueness is fixing murders. however the ambassador, a thinker named Dio, has come to invite for whatever Gordianus can't provide - assist in staying alive. sooner than the evening is out, he'll be murdered.

Now Gordianus starts his most threatening case. employed to enquire Dio's demise through a gorgeous lady with a scandalous recognition, he'll stick with a path of political intrigue into the top circles of strength and the city's such a lot hidden arenas of debauchery. There Gordianus will examine not anything is because it turns out - now not the damning proof he uncovers, no longer the suspect he sends to trial, no longer even the true fact at the back of Dio's demise which lies in secrets and techniques - no longer of country, yet of the heart.

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