Coliseum Historical Fiction
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By Michelle Telleria
Born an aristocrat, Emilie Lieven, strives to remain inconspicuous at she starts her new life working as a talented ballerina at L’ Opéra Tournier. Once the toast of Parisien society, the opera house more recently has been burdened by the pressures of burgeoning financial struggles and a questionable reputation. When Viscount Iven Moreau, a wealthy member of the nobility, takes an interest in becoming a patron for the Opera Tournier, the theater’s managers and employees believe their problems are resolved. But for the enigmatic ballerina, the problems are just beginning. With the patron’s arrival, the evils of gossip, power struggles, resentment, and secrecy are revealed, and Emilie finds that her own past cannot remain in the past. No longer is she able to continue living her life in a shroud of secrecy as a love she once knew threatens to inadvertently undermine everything she has tried so hard to conceal.
Sent Into Hell
By Gene Fox
This was not what he had signed up for. Where was the parade, the display, the maneuvering that would bring the Confederates back into the Union? “Jesus!” These Seceeh were trying to kill him and he had yet to glimpse a single one of them. But he knew of their projectiles which plowed the earth and sang songs of destruction as they spun near his ears. A million yellow-jackets whizzed by: close to his head, close to his feet. He could have, it seemed, stuck his arm out and caught the singing bullets by the handful. He tried to shrink into as small a puddle as possible in an attempt to stay alive and reasonably intact. Nothing in his twenty-six years had prepared him for the paralyzing fear that gripped him.
He was frightened and close to pissing his pants. His world seemed frozen until Nattie grabbed his shoulder and shook it vigorously. The entrancement was broken…slightly. He started to move. “Don’t leave your rifle behind, you might need it down the road,” Nathanial shouted.
He snatched the Springfield from the dirt. Did I even fire this thing? No need to resolve that question at the moment – just skedaddle with the others. If he could reach it, the Tennessee River might give him shelter