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Authors: K. Hollan Van Zandt
Written in the Ashes
Written in the Ashes
Copyright © 2011 K. Hollan Van Zandt
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ISBN: 978-1-4525-3514-2 (e)
ISBN: 978-1-4525-3513-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4525-3515-9 (hc)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011908237
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Balboa Press rev. date: 7/6/2011
Contents
Book One
Of
The Mediterranean Trilogy
For the librarians of the world,
then and now.
And for my beloved grandparents
Sissy & Daddyman
with bushels of love and acorns.
Acknowledgements
No book comes into being without tremendous support from a whole host of people that offer the depth of their patience, faith, honesty and most importantly, their love. I am thankful to have been the fortunate recipient of the finest assistance imaginable, divine and otherwise. Some of my supporters stayed for a just a season of the writing journey, and others remained steadfast through the entire decade it took me to complete this first book in my Mediterranean Trilogy.
I must begin with thanks to the man who spurred me toward a lifelong relationship with language, my mentor, novelist Tom Robbins. His encouragement was as invaluable as his critique, ultimately shaping line by line, my eye and attitude toward the craft of fiction. I also extend a heartfelt acknowledgment to my first writing teacher at Palisades High, Mary Redclay, who knew better than to give me an easy A. Also to my ninth grade history teacher, Daryl Stolper, who shared the more obscure and interesting stories that made our world what it is. I must also thank (or curse) my friend, scholar Jamba Dunn, for getting me started on Egypt with our agonizing debates about ancient gods and light bulbs when I was still a teenager.
A warm and humble thank you to my father, Jacque Van Zandt, who was guided by God to offer me an opportunity to share this book with the world. What a gift! There are no words of gratitude deep enough to thank my stepfather Scotty Peck, whose longstanding faith in me and this book are the only reason you were able to read it. I also must thank my beautiful mother, Shannon Peck, for always believing in me and allowing me to find my own path in life. This is perhaps the greatest gift a parent can give a child, and it was my good fortune to be so blessed. I also extend my deepest appreciation to my beloved friend Stuart Volkow. Thank you for your love and encouragement. Woof!
An affectionate thanks to Mark R. Harris, producer extraordinaire, and Josh Conviser, whose input was tantamount to sculpting the final version of this story. Josh, you are a genius! And a huge hug to the amazing producer/artist Dan Fauci, whose course
The Mastery
should really be a requirement in schools worldwide. Thank you to my early readers Andrea Reitman (who was of great assistance with Jewish history, names and traditions), Toby Shaw, Kia Miller, Shelly “Inanna” Heit, Jim Greenberg, Jacqui Lalita. My appreciation goes out to research assistance from David Michaels, the ancient coin director at Heritage Auction Galleries, and the firemen at the Los Gatos Fire Station. Thank you to beautiful Sofia, whose poetry crowns this novel. Also to Jack Lamb for introducing me to one of Cleopatra’s Needles now standing in Central Park. Thank you to my therapist Elizabeth Lee (who could really be a professional psychic should she ever decide to change careers). Thanks also to my generous lawyer, Phillip Rosen, proof that there are still nobles left in his trade.
Every writer should be so blessed as to enjoy working with her editor. There is no manuscript I will ever complete without first consulting the brilliant service of Rebecca Faith Grossman who, I’m proud to say, made with her editing prowess and education a better writer of me. And thank you to Shimmering Wolf for sharing his magical artistic talents, making my vision a reality. Also to the helpful folks at Balboa Press who helped me midwife this story into print.
My gratitude goes out to the California university libraries at Berkeley (UCB), Los Angeles (UCLA), and Santa Cruz (UCSC), Cabrillo College, and to professors Kathryn Pope at Antioch University and Professor Claudia Rapp Ph.D. at UCLA. If I had one wish it would be to possess a skeleton key to all libraries, especially those libraries that denied me entrance (ahem, Oxford) so I might make mention of them in acknowledgments in books to come.
I would like to extend posthumous gratitude to Shannon Richardson, beloved friend and feminist, and also to Manolimu, my tour guide to Delfi. Shannon, may you always have irises at your door, and Manolis, if there are warm seas in heaven, I pray you sail them in the arms of Eros. Huge thanks to my fellow authors Neil Strauss, Michelle Moran, Ellen Snortland and Robin Maxwell. Also to Johnny Depp for his excellent recommendations in antiquarian bookstores. Special thanks for early encouragement from Jacques de Spoelberch, Garry Shandling, David Field, Leigh McCloskey (whose art should really hang in the Louvre), and yogis Seane Corn and Rusty Wells. Thank you to Judy O’Beirn at Hasmark Services. Also thanks to the patient staff who served me bottomless cups of Earl Grey at Lulu Carpenter’s, Santa Cruz, and to Dragon Books in Los Angeles, and Bookshop Santa Cruz for the best resources a writer could dream of under one roof.
And last, but in no way least, a special thank you to two kitties who will never know what an impact their companionship had during the challenges of writing this story: Mukha and Zee Zee Bug. They both make cameo appearances in this novel, as does the osprey who lived in our harbor until she was shot down by some nameless coward.
There is simply not enough space to set down here the names of everyone who helped me in some way over the last decade of writing. I want you to know that it is not my thanks, but the thanks of Hannah and Alizar and the other characters in this novel that go out to you. If there are librarians in heaven, they know exactly what you contributed, and I pray you are honored by always having a wonderful story to read, to live and to tell.
Time Line Prior To This Story
347 C.E.* − Birth of Emperor Theodosius I, who in his lifetime will make Nicean Christianity (under the Catholic Church) the official religion of the Roman Empire. He is the last emperor to rule the united eastern and western halves of the Roman empire.
375 C.E. – birth of Hypatia of Alexandria
391 C.E. – Emperor Theodosius I declares by Imperial Edict that all pagan practice shall be punishable by death
391 C.E. – The Serapeum Library, or “daughter library”, in Alexandria is destroyed by a Christian mob
395 C.E. − Emperor Theodosius I dies, leaving his son Arcadius on the Eastern throne of Constantinople and his son Honorius on the Roman throne in the West. The Empire will never be united again.
408 C.E. − Emperor Arcadius dies, leaving his seven-year-old son, Theodosius II, on the throne of Constantinople. His eldest daughter, Pulcheria, age fifteen, is proclaimed Augusta by the senate and assumes the regency for her younger brother.
* Note: the non-religious term C.E. means “Common Era”
and is equivalent to A.D. “anno domini”
Beneath this well
lay buried the hearts of the fallen gods.
They are rotting into the soil like apples,
sweetening the water.
Come, drink.
-Sofia Grey
…Whosoever would be great among you,
must be your servant: and whosever
would be first among you must be slave of all.
-Christ Jesus
Mark 10: 43-44
Prologue
All trees hold secrets. From tiny saplings just piercing the earth to the old sentinels that stretch toward the sky until they founder, what the trees have witnessed, we can only dream. They harbor the winds and the great changes of time, recording reunions, catastrophes, even unremarkable sunrises in concentric rings that lie concealed in darkness, deep within.
Trees are consummate listeners. A fibrous canopy above the earth, they gather into their taut, hollow bodies all the stories of the world. Like the angels, trees will not interrupt, disagree or offer advice. Perhaps this is why the ancients thought them wise.
Trees are the first libraries, the oldest houses of wisdom and knowledge.
And they remember everything, even a girl.
Part i.
Alexandria
