a Bride · a Martyr · a Passion
I screamed. Ba’al’s statue seemed alive. A path opened through the crowd and I stood alone before him. He knew me. I flung my head back, letting the hood fall, and slowly raised my arm, pointing steadily at his image.
“You,” I cried aloud, “are not God!”
When wealthy, noble Perpetua rejects the gods of Rome and Carthage, she does not know that a journey has just begun . . .
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