Amitabh D Singh

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Historical fiction writer, dog lover, neurosurgeon!

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The Defeat at Dyrrachium

It was the third watch of the night when Pompey attacked. Julius Caesar peered at the distant battle from the rampart of his fortifications. The air was filled with metallic clangs and piercing cries. The land between his fortifications and Pompey’s was spread out like a map, but alive with violence…

The Ships of Armorica

Julius Caesar stood atop a cliff and surveyed the wreckage scattered near the coast. Twenty Romans ships were smashed to pieces, slowly sinking into the choppy waters of the Atlantic. His legionaries flailed their limbs in the water, most being hunted down, a lucky few swimming ashore. “Stop ramming their ships,”…

The Wall of Avaricum

“Hurry up, you lot,” Caesar shouted as the legionaries carried piles of timber up the ramp. “Keep moving. Less than ten feet to bridge the gap.”There was a sudden movement in the corner of his eye. Caesar ducked instinctively.  A fire-tipped arrow swooshed past where his head had been, filling…

 
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