he Novels of Alexander the Great: Fire from Heaven; The Persian Boy; Funeral Games (Alexander the Great)
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A special three-in-one edition of Mary Renault's acclaimed historical novels about the life and times of Alexander the Great
Mary Renault is a shining light to both historical novelists and their readers. She does not pretend the past is like the present, or that the people of ancient Greece were just like us. She shows us their strangeness; discerning, sure-footed, challenging our values, piquing our curiosity, she leads us through an alien landscape that moves and delights us.—Hilary Mantel
Fire from Heaven is a gripping account of the formative years of Alexander's life. The story tells of his complex relationship with his parents; of his two great bonds—to his horse, Oxhead, and to his dearest friend and eventual lover, Hephaistion—and of the army he commands when he is barely an adult. Coming of age during the battles for southern Greece, Alexander the Great first takes someone's life at age twelve and swiftly eliminates his rivals as soon as he comes to power, emerging in this novel as a captivating and complex figure.
The iconic Persian Boy centers on the Macedon king as seen through the eyes of his lover and most faithful attendant, the eunuch Bagoas. When Bagoas is very young, his father is murdered and he is sold as a slave to King Darius of Persia. Then, when Alexander conquers the land, he is given Bagoas as a gift, and the boy is besotted. This passion comes at a time when much is at stake—Alexander has two wives, conflicts are ablaze, and plots on his life abound. The result is a riveting account of a great conqueror's years of triumph and, ultimately, heartbreak.
In Funeral Games, a bloody struggle for power rages after the death ofAlexander, leaving an empire that extends from the Adriatic Sea to the Indus River. The power players include Ptolemy, two father-son teams, and a cadre of influential women—not least of whom is Eurydike, whose plan is to marry Alexander's disabled brother, Arridaios. Brimming with outsize personalities, brazen plots, and a sweeping sense of history, Funeral Games brings to vivid life the world of Alexander the Great, and the seismic tumult in the wake of his death.
This ebook features an illustrated biography of Mary Renault including rare images of the author.
wine and hearing music. The room gave onto a small fountain court, sweet with the scent of lilies; in the flowering trees hung gold cages of bright birds. By the fountain the musicians were putting up their instruments; but the water and the birds made a soft murmuring concert. The court had high walls, and was part of the room’s seclusion. He was on his cushions, looking into the courtyard; by him on the low table were the wine-jug and empty cup. I knew him at once for the man at my father’s
my rescuer what was required by honor. He only answered, “That is Hephaistion; it always has been”; and it was as if he closed again the curtain guarding a shrine. It was my punishment. He had meant none; but I knew its fitness. It was at the next day’s halt, that the wind came. We’d had none before, and now it brought no coolness; only sand, and sand, and sand; blowing under the tents, piling against them till each had its sloping sandhill. Grooms with muffled faces ran to muffle the horses’
flicked back the hair from his brow; he had it rather short, for the summer heat. His eyes had paled, anger furrowed his brow like pain. “I demand discipline from men I appoint to keep it. You are to lead my soldiers in battle, not in brawls. Both of you deserve to be put on a charge of mutiny. Hephaistion, I made you what you are. And not for this.” Their eyes met. It was as if I saw them bleeding, letting the blood run down unheeding with faces of stone. “I order you to renounce this quarrel.
turquoise, which he hid behind his back lest it be taken away. “Sire!” said Meleager harshly. Philip, recognizing this as a severe rebuke, hastened over to the most important chair, carefully stuffing the turquoise under the cushion. “Sir,” said Meleager standing over him, “I have come to tell you that you are in grave danger. No, don’t be afraid, I will defend you. But the traitor Perdikkas, who tried to steal Alexander’s body and rob you of the throne, is plotting to take your life, and make
it. There was a scratch upon the door. “Madam, the King sends to say he has had the envoys summoned. He would like the Prince to enter with him.” “Say he will be there.” She stroked out the hair lock by lock, and looked him over. His nails were trimmed, he was freshly bathed, his gold-studded sandals stood ready. She found him a chiton of saffron wool, with a border she had worked herself in four or five colors; a red chlamys for his shoulder and a big gold pin. When the chiton was on, she