Lost Daughter of the Amazons: Leo and Zoe, #0.1

By Herbert Nowell

Leonides Tzimiskes served in the Imperial Legions for twenty years and riding into the sunset to collect his reward, a frontier villa and farm.

 

Then, in the town of Nikaia a young woman claiming to be a lost daughter of an Amazon challenged him to solve a local problem.

 

Now Leonides must choose between continuing to a life of ease that comes with a villa and rescuing people who might not want it.

 

And he must choose knowing that if he chooses the latter he might not live to collect the former.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Herbert Nowell
• Release date: May 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224009268

Herbert Nowell

I am writer. I write music, prose, and code. The first is a passion, the third pays the bills, and the second is trying to decide where it belongs. I know most people would call only the second writing and the bookends composing and programming but they are all writing. They all involve imagining something and putting it down on paper for someone else to create what you imagined with sound, their own imagination, or with a computer. In between all that writing my wife and I are staff to three housecats and four community cats and the core of a bar trivia team.

Book preview

Lost Daughter of the Amazons

Leo and Zoe, Volume 0.1

Herbert Nowell

Published by Herbert Nowell, 2024.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

LOST DAUGHTER OF THE AMAZONS

First edition. May 14, 2024.

Copyright © 2024 Herbert Nowell.

Written by Herbert Nowell.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Lost Daughter of the Amazons (Leo and Zoe, #0.1)

Sign up for Herbert Nowell's Mailing List

Also By Herbert Nowell

About the Author

I had never seen such a downtrodden town as when I first road into Nikaia.  I'd spent two nights sleeping along side the hard dirt track that passed for a rode this far north and was looking forward to sleeping in a real bed for one and perhaps two nights.

At first it looked like any town in the Empire. Most of the buildings were of stone, a few with timber second stories. All had been white washed, even the few fully timber structures. But as I rode into the center I realized the buildings were gray, not bright white. They had not been regularly cleaned nor the white washing renewed for years. On some of the second stories it was faded until the wood grain showed and on the stone it was flaking on at least one point on every building.

The inhabitants were as shabby as their town, beaten and worn down by the same forces that soiled their walls until the paint wore away. Every person seemed only able to look away as I passed.  There was little noise beyond a few chickens clucking behind what appeared to