Shackles of Glory SoG

❝we burn
wings and
angels' hymns
to meet
our end.❞

In a time of gods and goddesses, a nation rose under the sweeping wings of a golden eagle and the great howl of a bronze wolf. The Roman Republic expanded its arms to power and glory, its culture molded by a civilization of equal renown.

Children of Venus battled over its lands, death and love taking reign to equal parts. But unbeknownst to all, a lash laid hidden in the veins of Rome, waiting to scorch a deadly and poisonous trail in an act of justice . . . or misplaced retribution.

(contains mature language and themes, and jargons will be explained in the author's thoughts)