Martuk ... the Holy: Proseuche

And cradled in her kindness, I dove back into the blood soaked memories of this, my life.

With those words, the immortal Maruk's tale continues.

From modern Paris, he speaks of his life in the religious chaos and pagan magic of 3rd century Antioch. Of his friends, a man haunted by grief and regret, and a woman with secrets as thick as the woolen of her constant cloak. Of days marked by the greed of Rome and the ambitions of those driven by dangerous delusion.

He remembers wandering souls who...