The Rome Prophecy [antikvár]

PROLOGUEThe Ancient Diary of CassandraItalyFew people know the moment they will die.Perhaps, for such privileged information, I should be grateful I am Cassandra, a proud and noble descendant of the house of Savyna, and I am not afraid to die.I would rather die than tell them what I am involved in, what I am covering up, what secret I am prepared to take to my grave. And that, I suppose, is what enrages this ragged mob. You can see the blood lust in their wild eyes and hear it in their crazed baying. You can even smell it in their animal excitement. May the gods of the inferno damn them all. The people of Cosmedin are out in force today. Out for me.They line their piss-soaked streets and drip like grease from the windows of their shabby tenements, screaming and spitting as I am paraded before them. What is my crime?Not what I am accused of. That is the irony. They are to test1