Ides of March: Et tu Brute?

Today is the Ides of March. In the Roman calendar, it was a religious time, given that March was considered the roman New year. However, it became more famouse for the death of the republic of Rome.

2062 years ago Julius Caesar was stabbed in the back. 23 Times, by those he thought were friends, and colleges. His wife and his doctor warned him not to visit the senate house on the Ides, but Caesar felt he was untouchable.. a kings weakness, no.   article-2190324-1499307c000005dc-596_634x499

But Should we feel sorry for him?

Well, no.. Maybe

You see, Rome at the time prided itself on the idea that their justice system of senators and consuls was just, and Ceaser declared himself: Pontifex Maximus.  Tyranny at its finest.

People felt that Laurel Wreath was starting to look way too much like a crown.. and people got a little stabby..

They got rid of the Problem?

Nope. Julius Caesar’s Heir Octavian, his nephew, fought and won the ‘throne’ of Rome becoming the first Emperor Augustus… and thus Rome becomes an Empire… with one ruler. For hundred of years, Rome bent to the wims of a sole ruler. Men who were flawed, degrading, violet psychopaths.

by the way Et Tu Brute.. totally made up by Shakespeare

Further Reading:

Non-Fiction: SPQR by Mary Beard

Fiction: Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare

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Review: Warrior or Wife by Lyn Randal

IMG_20180226_211056_475.jpgIn the heat and dust of the Roman arena, a woman stands alone. The crowd cheers for Leda, the famed gladiatrix. Watching is the man who loved then left her– Marcus Flavius Donatus.

“You will give it to me,” he said “For I’d have to slay any man who’d try to take you from me”

Leda used to be Lelia, beloved daughter of a Roman senator. Exiled from the riches of her birth, she sold herself into gladiatorial slavery. Donatus is determined to right the wrong he did her and reclaim his bride!

Now Leda faces the ultimate choice– independence and the danger of the arena, or an uncertain future with the man she once adored…


If you ever EVER think that Mills and Boon Books are about damsels in distress, you are WRONG. Female Gladiators, misunderstandings and captivating historical references make for a spell binding story.

Love’s not something one simply chooses to do. It’s just there, like the wind. You can no more control it than you could an errant breeze.

5 Stars

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