Amitabh D Singh

About me

Historical fiction writer, dog lover, neurosurgeon!

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Julius Caesar wept...

It was hot, even within the temple. Julius took off his sandals and revelled in the coolness of the marble floor. Finally. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior, statues adorning the hall began to take shape.  “Where is it?” he said to his companion, a Centurion.“Further ahead,…

The Pirates of the Mediterranean: The Curse of Caesar's Ransom

“You barbarous lot, you can never appreciate good poetry,” said Caesar, waving the parchment in the sea breeze. The men surrounding him guffawed at his reaction to their vulgar remarks. Disgusted, Caesar flung the parchment away. A brisk Mediterranean wind got hold of it, twirling it higher and higher, away from…

When Caesar met Cleopatra...

It had been a day of receiving gifts. Julius Caesar’s chamber was filled with gifts: cats made of jade, cats made of precious stones, cats made of semi-precious stones, and cats made of … just stones. “This is the most valuable gift that I have ever received, Minister,” said Caesar to…

 
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