About This Book
"Where the fantastic and the possible have their meeting place."
Can a woman love a dream better than a flesh-and-blood husband? Can a man be jealous of another who has been dead since 190 A.D.? Is it possible not only to have lived before, but to reawaken to the memories of a past life?
Liz Anderson had to face these problems when she went to live in an old farm-house that was built on the site of a Roman villa once occupied by Lucius Paulinias, centurian and Harbor-master. And bit by bit Liz awoke to the realization that she remembered that Roman life and above all, Lucius, whom she had loved as she never loved Neil Anderson, her husband of today.
The two lives, the modern and the ancient, are interwoven with great subtlety, each as vivid and actual as the other. Many besides Liz have a part to play on that ancient stage: Marvion the gardener who was once Merander the Greek slave; Chris, her brother; Kathleen, her friend; and Neil, Liz's husband . . . what part did he play in those fateful days of the Roman occupation and what wrong had she done him then, that she had to expiate by marriage when they met again in 1944?
Can a woman love a dream better than a flesh-and-blood husband? Can a man be jealous of another who has been dead since 190 A.D.? Is it possible not only to have lived before, but to reawaken to the memories of a past life?
Liz Anderson had to face these problems when she went to live in an old farm-house that was built on the site of a Roman villa once occupied by Lucius Paulinias, centurian and Harbor-master. And bit by bit Liz awoke to the realization that she remembered that Roman life and above all, Lucius, whom she had loved as she never loved Neil Anderson, her husband of today.
The two lives, the modern and the ancient, are interwoven with great subtlety, each as vivid and actual as the other. Many besides Liz have a part to play on that ancient stage: Marvion the gardener who was once Merander the Greek slave; Chris, her brother; Kathleen, her friend; and Neil, Liz's husband . . . what part did he play in those fateful days of the Roman occupation and what wrong had she done him then, that she had to expiate by marriage when they met again in 1944?