Dimetrios C Manolatos: 8 books

I descend from an ancient line of champions in the north of Italy, the highest and most sacred pedigree. I am a purebred Rottweiler. My master calls me Leonidas and this is the story of our final day, as soldiers. It is the fourth century AD. During the last three hundred years a new faith...

Strife, now more than ever plagues her. She knows only one cure for her illness and that is through her strength of arms. But alas, her men are masters of war. In 404 BC, after twenty-seven years of civil war, Sparta defeats Athens and reigns supreme in the Greek world. However, her victory...

It is said that it takes nine days and nine nights to reach the lowest level of Tartaros. Down the River of Oblivion where the shades of dead drink to forget their past. I have been there. I have seen it. For your father laid waste to Thebes, as a message to all Hellas, all who dare challenge the...

That was when White Tiger, with his long silver hair and beard that stemmed from only his chin, saw the seven-year-old child and pulled him from his tomb. As the boy’s red clay covered body was unearthed, so was a sword which the young one held firmly in his hand. It is 216 BC. The Emperor...

One could see every fiber of muscle contract and relax as he marched forward. He was more lion than man. His front showed the scars of war, while his back told the story of slavery. At the dawn of Xerxes's Persian invasion of Greece in 481 BC, one year before the Battle of Thermopylae, an...

The incident involving Manchester United striker Moon Woo-jin is so frighteningly plausible that it mirrors our reality. What he does next, is just as probable. After twelve years of professional football in South Korea, Moon Woo-jin’s dream is realized: He is acquired by Manchester United....

One of the most difficult things to grasp is that samurai are taught never to allow their emotions to get the better of them. We are born and raised to serve our lord and shogun. Our code dictates selflessness and death to be more honorable than failure, whether on the battlefield or even over the...

Helen’s dismay molded a perplexed scowl on her face and then it dawned on her. Why aren’t these in Greece? They have a brand new state-of-the-art museum in Athens. It’s called the Acropolis Museum. This is where the Parthenon Marbles belong, she told herself and there was no other reason in...