| 300: The Persian Wars Contributor(s): Komborozos, Costas (Author) |
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ISBN: 1530899559 ISBN-13: 9781530899555 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $12.34 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: April 2016 |
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| BISAC Categories: - Fiction | Action & Adventure - Fiction | Literary |
| Physical Information: 0.43" H x 6" W x 9" (0.62 lbs) 204 pages |
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| Publisher Description: Herodotus, the Father of History, appears before a king and tells the story of Anastiades, an unknown warrior who played a vital role in shaping history. He tells the king that Anastiades is real, and that he is not a product of his imagination. The king listens to Herodotus' story, the histories, and attempts to discern whether the story of Anastiades is based on fiction or fact. Herodotus narrates the events leading to the Persian wars. He narrates the events of the Persian wars and makes it the story of history: "You move through human echoes faded. But, unmoved by the elusive death of a curiosity deep and probing, you embrace your self-imposed exile's beautiful solitude. Stranger in exile, tell your story. All things strange become familiar to you. All of history festoons and scrolls under your inquiring gaze. Ionian storyteller, you are no stranger seeking to exploit glory's limelight. You are a stranger made known by making history known. Somewhere, an endless war scar is on the mend, giving you the voice to speak of two worlds: East and West. Father of History, you untomb bloodless truths before me, and bodies in disrepair speak a tongue finite, which lends a voice to crude, unbending war's own infinity. You call upon Clio, the muse of history. She is nowhere in sight. A moment passes. She stands before you, her eyes as blank as history unwritten. And then, if there is a "then" in such a moment, Clio soars aloft above a battle-bruised embankment. She begins to help you tell your story. She observes fact and fancy commingling. Tales of abduction, bravery and revenge fill your story. The histories. Your Ionian storytelling gives breath to my story, whether it be true or untrue. My life is reduced to oral poetry, a long drawn-out account that leads me out of infinity's nowhere and into time's somewhere, from procrastinated life to glorious death. Speak the truth, Herodotus, for it is not sublimely unreachable as my heart would like to believe. Tell my story, embroider it, but remain close to the truth. I stand here on a precipice hopelessly white, watching men march like some ghostly phalanx into a battlefield non-existent. But the tide is restless as always. Loving visages are no more. Aeons fill my bruised, war-trodden heart. Centuries glow anew inside me. But the tide moves again as it always does. Speak no more, Herodotus, for you give the battlefield a name, a face, a heart rending." |