King Philip lies dead in the theatre, struck down like a sacrificial bull on his day of triumph in front of all the subject nations of Hellas.
Twenty-year-old Alexander, son of Philip, must seize his father’s throne and, harder still, he must hold it against his many rivals, who are Philip’s veteran generals and noblemen, a royal cousin who was once crowned king in his infancy, and the secret conspirators who moved the assassin’s hand, even as all the conquered cities of Hellas rise from under Philip’s dead heel to reclaim their independence from the despised Makedones.
The task is overwhelming, but Alexander has complete faith in his own destiny and he quite literally changes the face of Hellas.
Born in the Dog Star’s heat, on the sixth of the month of Loios, the very day that a wonder of the world, the great temple of Artemis at Ephesos, burned to the ground, Alexander was destined for immortality.
When such events collide, of gods and kings, such things are never coincidence.
Alexander is blood of Akhilles.
