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Sacred Games

by Gary Corby

ISBN: 9781616953690
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ISBN: 9781616953690

Publisher Description

It is the Olympics of 460 BC. Nico's best friend, Timodemus, is a competitor in the pakration, the deadly martial art of ancient Greece. Timo is a hot favourite to win; his only serious rival is Parmonos from Sparta. When Parmonos is found dead, it is obvious that Timodeus must be the killer - who else could have killed the second best fighter in all Hellas? The Judges of the Games sentence Timodemus to be executed as soon as the Sacred Games are finished. Now, Nico and his partner-in- sleuthing, the annoying clever priestess Diotima, have four days to save their friend.

Author Biography

Gary Corby lives in Sydney, Australia, with his wife and two daughters. He blogs at A Dead Man Fell from the Sky, on all things ancient, Athenian, and mysterious.


Praise for Sacred Games "Like its two predecessors, Sacred Games has an extremely well-orchestrated climax and a key revelation you'll happily kick yourself for not having spotted earlier. And like all the best murder mysteries, these books don't depend on revelation: they're a joy to re-read." --Open Letters Monthly

"[Corby's] best thus far ... Corby integrates the political intrigue of the day with fair-play plotting and welcome doses of humor. Fans of Steven Saylor's Gordianus novels will be enthralled." --Publishers Weekly, STARRED Review

"A well-paced story that kept me turning the pages. It is extremely well-researched and taught me a lot about Greek culture and the Olympic Games. Read it for the history and the story." --Historical Novel Society

"Dive into this book. Immerse yourself in the entire experience." --Kittling Books

Praise for Gary Corby

"Corby has not only made Greek history accessible--he's made it first-rate entertainment." --Kelli Stanley, award-winning author of Nox Dormienda and City of Dragons

"Those who like their historicals with a touch of humor will welcome Australian author Corby's promising debut... Corby displays a real gift for pacing and plotting." --Publishers Weekly, STARRED Review

"Mix one part ancient history, one part clever and contemporary banter, and one part action, and you have a top-notch crime caper.... Highly recommended for those looking for humor with their crime detecting." --Library Journal

"Energetic.... Very entertaining." --Kirkus Reviews

"Full of real historical figures and fascinating insights into Greek and Persian culture.... A delightful romp." --Shelf Awareness

"Filled with detail, atmosphere and history, but also humor. The characters feel like real people.... Complete with maps, a list of characters both real and made up and an afterword with historical information, this is a fun and funny as well as accurate historical." --Romantic Times

"A riotous romp through ancient Greece. Lovers of history, especially of the ancient world, will definitely want to read this mystery." --Gumshoe Review

"An entertaining read.... One does not need knowledge of classical history to enjoy this mystery, because details of culture, politics, and history as so deftly woven into the threads of the story that life in ancient Athens comes vividly alive." --Historical Novel Review

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Praise for Sacred Games "Like its two predecessors,

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Day 1 of the 80th Olympiad of the Sacred Games The procession wound past the Sanctuary of Zeus. They''d been walking two days, from Elis to Olympia. "Will we get to see someone die?" Socrates asked. Like any boy, he looked forward to the violence of the struggle more than the beauty of the sport. Unlike me, Socrates had never seen death. To him, it was still a game. "How should I know?" I said. "You can only hope." We stood in the crowd to watch the long line file past: the athletes, their fathers and uncles and brothers, the trainers and the Ten Judges of the Games. Socrates jumped up and down to see over the shoulders of the spectators in front. That''s what he got for being a twelve-year-old in a crowd of mostly men. The team from Sparta passed by, one of the few teams I could recognize without having to ask, because Spartans march in step where others walk. At the rear of the Spartans came one of the largest men I have ever seen, a towering hulk--he was half as tall again as me, with shoulders that could have hefted an ox. The chiton he wore had enough material to double as the sail for a small boat. The blacksmith who''d made his armor must have wept for joy at the challenge, then died of exhaustion trying to cover such a chest. Despite the two-day march the large man''s stride was brisk; he looked neither left nor right, and he swung his well-muscled arms in much the same style as the Titans once had done when they strode the earth. The Athenians came next. Leading them, almost in the shadow of the huge Spartan, was Timodemus, son of Timonous, of the deme Archarnae. I waved at once and shouted, "Chaire Timodemus! Hail Timodemus!" He smiled broadly and waved back. "Chaire Nicolaos!" I raised my arms in a victory salute, meaning he would win his event. Other men, all Athenians, cheered for Timodemus too. Everyone knew he was one of the stars of this Olympics, a likely winner of the pankration, and Athens'' best hope of a victory. The large Spartan, who had ignored everyone around him up to now, turned and said something to Timodemus. Timo''s smile disappeared in an instant. Perhaps the Spartan had complained of too much levity on what was supposed to be a solemn occasion. Beside Timo walked a man who looked so like my friend I could have sworn the two were brothers had I not known better. They were both short men and wore their hair cut almost to the scalp, but by his weathered skin and destroyed left eye, I knew the other to be Timo''s father. A third man, stockier and noticeably taller, walked with them a half-pace behind. He looked like an older brother, and one more tired by the long march. This could be no one but Timo''s uncle, and the eldest of the three. The men of Timo''s family were all former athletes, and though they were too old to compete, the father at least had kept himself in decent condition. Timodemus and the rest of the Athenians were followed by the Corinthians, then the Thebans, the men of Argos and Thessaly, and Rhodes and all the other cities with athletes whose excellence permitted them to compete at the 80th Games sacred to Zeus, King of the Gods. The last of the contestants passed by, the forlorn and grimy men from Megara, who every step of the way had eaten the dust raised by those who''d gone before. We spectators waited for the tail to pass, then followed, as one large, milling crowd. Though it was still early morning, already I sweated freely. The close mass of spectators added to the heat of this already hot midsummer day. There must have been ten thousand of us, from every part of Hellas, all at this one place called Olympia, here to bring glory to Zeus in the form of the greatest sport in the world. We skirted the Sanctuary of Zeus, passed the newly raised temple--so new in fact I''d yet to look inside--and stopped at the Bouleterion, the Council House of Olympia. Men elbowed each other for the best positions to see and hear the ceremony to come. Those at the back would struggle to hear. Socrates and I were small enough to weave our way toward the front. The hellanodikai --the Judges of the Hellenes--took the steps up the Bouleterion. They were dressed in formal chitons of bright colors, with long sleeves that covered their arms and hems that went all the way down to their ankles. . All ten wore expressions to match the gravity of their task. The judges were citizens of the city of Elis, within whose land Olympia lies. For the next five days the word of these men was law, and no man, not Pericles nor a King of Sparta, could gainsay them. All were chosen for their honesty and integrity. Before the Council House stood a bronze statue of Zeus Herkios, who is Zeus of the Oaths. He was twice the height of any man, and he held in each hand a deadly thunderbolt, his right arm raised and ready to throw, a promise of retribution to any man who broke an oath made before him. An enormous tripod stood to one side of the Zeus. It held aloft a wide brazier that had been polished till it gleamed, and from which orange flames leapt up in a futile attempt to touch Apollo''s sun. I could feel the heat of the fire upon my face, even from a distance. The men next to it must have sweltered, the more so because it was already a hot day in the middle of summer. On the other side of Zeus lay a thick altar stone, where a boar squealed and struggled, his legs held down by two assistants whose chitons were soaked with sweat. The Chief of the Judges stepped away from his fellows to stand before Zeus and address the crowd. He delivered a prayer--a loud one over the squeals of the waiting sacrifice--then recited the oath of the judges, in which he promised to be fair and honest in all his decisions, to take no bribes and to respect the rules of the Games. An assistant handed a knife to the Chief Judge, who took two steps to the writhing boar. He pushed back its head with his left hand to expose the neck to the sharp blade in his right. As he did the animal twisted so much its hind legs came free, the body rotated and almost fell. The men swore and their knees sagged under the weight as they struggled to prevent the squirming, screeching sacrifice from hitting the ground. Men about me drew in their breath; if the animal escaped it would be a disaster. The assistant who''d presented the knife jumped in and got his arms underneath at the last moment, and together they hauled the sacrifice back up. The Chief Judge didn''t wait for anything else to go wrong. He plunged his knife into the boar''s throat at once and sawed across the flesh. The blood spurted over everyone clustered about the altar. As sacrifices go, it had been as bad as you could get, but it was a death offered to Zeus, and that was the most important thing. The crowd resumed breathing. A man beside me said, "The sacrifice didn''t go willingly. It''s an ill omen." Men around him nodded, and I could only agree. "Not so," said another man. "The boar struggled to live as the competitors will struggle to win. Zeus favors us with a tough contest this Olympiad." It was a middle-aged man who spoke, and balding, but his voice held authority and a melodious tone that carried well. Many heard him and the crowd settled at his words. The way the man had controlled us with his voice reminded me of Pericles. Curious, I studied this stranger from aside. He had the look of a priest about him. But no priest I''d ever seen had such a piercing way with his eyes, nor such intensity of expression. His head turned at that moment and our eyes locked. He must have known I''d been staring, but he didn''t seem upset so much as resigned, as if he was used to such rudeness. I was embarrassed and turned back to the action before I felt forced to say something. The Butcher of the Games stepped forward with his meat cleaver. He dismembered the thighs of the still-quivering boar and cut the meat into thin slices. The Chief Judge took the first slice, and with bloody fingers tossed it into the brazier, where the offering could be heard to sizzle as the meat roasted to charcoal. They were not cooking the flesh, but giving it to Zeus, because meat on which an oath has been made may not be eaten by mortal man. Each Judge in his turn repeated the actions of the Chief, until all ten had made their oaths and reinforced them with the blood and meat of the sacrifice. Next it was the turn of the athletes. They stepped forward, one by one, and made their oath--a different one to that of the judges--to obey the rules, to neither cheat nor bribe, and in addition they swore they had trained for at least ten months. To the men who would compete in the boxing and the pankration, after each made his oath, the Chief Judge added, "Mighty Zeus absolves you, athlete, from the charge of murder if you kill your opponent in the contest." Each athlete to whom the Chief Judge said this thanked him and stepped away. The tr

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Soho rereleased the two previous titles in the series, The Ionia Sanction and The Pericles Commission, in March 2013. The Pericles series has been praised for its realistic historical settings, engaging characters and plots. Gary Corby is great at engaging with fans and keeps a popular blog called A Dead Man Fell from the Sky.

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Gary Corby
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Soho Crime
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United States
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An Athenian Mystery
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