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“Before he left Rome, Marcus had been in a fair way to becoming a charioteer, in Cradoc's sense of the word, and now desire woke in him, not to possess this team, for he was not one of those who much be able to say "Mine" before they can truly enjoy a thing, but to have them out and harnessed; to feel the vibrating chariot floor under him, and the spread reins quick with life in his hands, and these lovely, fiery little creatures in the traces, his will and theirs at one.”

Quote by Rosemary Sutcliff

Book:The Eagle of the Ninth
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The Eagle of the Ninth

The story follows a young Roman soldier's quest to recover a lost eagle standard, which is a symbol of his father's unit. The novel combines elements of historical fiction with a coming-of-age narrative, taking readers on a perilous journey through the wilds of Scotland. more

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Rosemary Sutcliff
Rosemary Sutcliff

Rosemary Sutcliff was a British historical novelist renowned for her historical fiction, particularly her works set during the Roman period and the Dark Ages. Born on December 14, 1920, and passing away on July 23, 1992, Sutcliff's meticulous research and evocative storytelling have left a lasting impact on the genre. more

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