Empire. That elusive goal, achieved by so very few.
Philip II, father to Alexander and late King of Macedon, had died with that dream still far from reach—but his son was determined to conquer. To succeed. Already he was swinging back to strike the iron.
Corinna supposed that was where they came in, for whatever use they could be over his standard-issue soldiers. She still wasn’t sure how, but she wasn’t about to complain. The eleven others and herself had sworn an oath of loyalty to Alexander’s service either way.
Alexander’s legions had been marching for weeks now, baking under the broiling heat of the Anatolian hillsides with jagged mountain peaks swelling on either side of them, as if guarding their lands against these foreign invaders. The mountains however were no comparison to th
