Diary of Dorkius Maximus in Pompeii
Tim Collins
Language: English
Pages: 192
ISBN: 1780552688
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Dorkius is annoyed when he has to move with his family to Pompeii for the summer in his third adventure
Dorkius has to leave behind all the joys of Rome for a boring small town. He finds the people of Pompeii to be even more superstitious than his mom, and watches in disbelief as they base all their decisions around animal innards readings. Things brighten up when he meets Decima, a local girl who's convinced a demon is haunting nearby Mount Vesuvius. They go off to investigate and Dorkius finds that the demonic rumbles are coming from inside the volcano itself. Convinced that Vesuvius is about to erupt, Dorkius rushes down to the town to warn everyone, but will they listen?
Changeling (Order of Darkness, Book 1)
The Lantern Bearers (The Dolphin Ring Cycle, Book 4; The Roman Britain Trilogy, Book 3)
The Whispering Gallery (Snow Hill, Book 2)
Rise of the Darklings (The Invisible Order, Book 1)
Unfortunately, I slipped on a puddle of blood and fell flat on my back. Stoutus stepped up and prodded his sword into my chest. ‘This time you’re really, really, really, REALLY dead,’ he said. I stared at the sword, waiting for it to thrust into my heart. This is it, I thought. A moment of agony and then I’ll see the black waters of the River Styx. I wasn’t frightened of the pain. I really wasn’t. But I was seriously worried I wouldn’t get into Elysium because I’d failed to save Caesar. I
his shoulder and scowled. I wondered what I could do to convince him. I closed my eyes and pretended I was Triumphus. Back when he was alive, I mean. I DIDN’T pretend to be a dead gladiator. I mimed all Triumphus’s best moves, gripping the sword with my right hand and attacking in short, quick jabs. Stoutus walked over, pulled my shoulders back and pushed my chin up. His hands were really greasy from the chicken. ‘Imagine the sword is part of your arm,’ he said. This made me imagine a man
apologize to Delia, which I thought was a bit much. He NEVER apologizes to our slaves when he whips them. So why should I have to apologize for trying to liven things up with a practical joke? March XIX I had a great lesson about defending myself from attack today. Stoutus handed me a metal shield and explained how the army uses them to fight in a ‘tortoise’ formation. Unfortunately, the shield was so heavy it toppled over and pinned me to the ground. I pretty much looked like a tortoise, but
and raced off to fetch her doctor, Vibius. He stumbled into my room and examined my leg. Then he fished a clump of unwashed lamb’s wool out of his bag. It’s his answer to everything – he probably gets it cheap somewhere. Then Vibius went to work: I. First he dipped the wool in vinegar, and rubbed it on my wound, which made it hurt a MILLION times worse. II. Then he dabbed the wool in honey, and smeared it on my neck. III. Then he dabbed it in egg yolk and wiped it down my arms. IV. Finally,
According to Dad, Caesar has loads of enemies because he keeps making important decisions without asking anyone else. Some of Caesar’s enemies must have hired assassins to bump him off. But which ones? I asked Dad what would happen if Caesar was murdered. He said that Rome would collapse into chaos, blood would run in the streets and we’d have to flee to the countryside where they don’t have any stuff like gladiator fights or chariot races. Boring! So now Dad has me wandering around Rome until