“This is a game that could well get rough, Michael. The Establishment has a long
memory, ways of getting you back….might see me as a target.”
“A target, Bill?”
“You heard it here first. Watch out for me, Mikey.
Someone needs to.”
Several years from now, in a Europe on the brink of financial, social and political
meltdown, two Newcastle lawyers escape for their annual trip to Italy’s fabled road-race
- the ‘Mille Miglia’. William Cariss, MEP and naval reservist, along with his good
friend Michael Tryton, driving car ’286’. For old time’s sake and their bit of harmless
fun, but why Bill keeps disappearing during the race won’t emerge till after its
finish. As they struggle back to England through a world whose computers are ‘down’,
its infrastructure failing, this struggle is only the start of it. Their prelude
to discovering a Home Secretary’s minder or the Carabinieri are hardly the only ones
who harbour old grudges ….want to dig up the past.
To another time, another era – one soon strangely familiar: AD 286, where a junior
military tribune his admiral nicknames ‘Triton’ is drawn into an entire continent
of social unrest. Monetary collapse and political crises, inflation and taxation.
The flight of refugees and raiders from the sea, forced-march of armies. Where a
mentor he so admires, Mausaeus Carausius; the Belgic river-pilot who defied an empire,
commands whole fleets and legions; tries to transform Britannia into their island-refuge,
separate from a rising sea of dangers.
Asymmetric and awful: 286. The number that binds them, across two separate eras.
Future or past, leave or remain, it amounts to the same. Two men against Europe,
one woman between them - the huntress, Diana. What calculation save them?
“Men leave no mark on the sea and nor would I....”