““Elka nodded. “Right after he said we’d been sold to a murdering tyrant. Yes.” Julius Caesar. The tyrant. I could barely believe I’d been sold to the man who’d invaded my homeland. This, I thought, was injustice on a mythic scale. All I’d ever wanted was to fight—but against the man who’d dishonored my father and killed my sister. Not for him! And not in an arena. Never that. The Morrigan was having a great laugh at my expense.””
