When last we left our intrepid Romans (and villains, but that’s another chapter), they were busy trying to undo the damage of the Mongol invasion (and other things). The first handful of Kickstarter packages go out tomorrow. The remainder should go out Saturday! The books have a new matte cover and they look and feel awesome!
PS Steel Praetorian’s been a bit paused, but we eeked over the 27,500 word line today. There simply aren’t enough hours in the day to get everything done! But progress is progress. We’re more than 1/4 of the way done with Novel #4 and it’s only been 2 and a half weeks! That’s epic progress for me, Mr. Slow Writer.
“Be careful how you speak, praefectus.” Constantine said. He stilled his face, giving the junior officer a stern look. Hard to do when that junior officer was at least twenty years older than you, but Constantine had been giving this look out for years now.
“Yes, sir. But please, sir, will you at least consider his offer?” Constantine tried not to wince as the orderly misjudged a stitch. He bit his tongue for a moment, tilting his head as though considering the man’s request again.
“When we manage to link up with Task Force Herakles, there is a junior officer in the XIII Germania. Centurion Gwendyrn. Go to him, and ask him to detail off a few trustworthy men. It’s not that I don’t want protection, praefectus, but that I must trust that protection completely. And I don’t trust the praetorians. Yet.” Ioannes bowed, mumbling something about his decision. Pah! As though I didn’t give in to his reasoning. He wanted me to have bodyguards beyond the legions, and I caved. Although, he did feel a bit better knowing that, next time, there might be someone else to get his ribs gashed in the name of repealing a raid.