Mistress of Rome (Empress of Rome Series #1)

Mistress of Rome (Empress of Rome Series #1)

by Kate Quinn


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The first in an unforgettable historical saga from the New York Times bestselling author of The Alice Network and The Huntress.
“So gripping, your hands are glued to the book, and so vivid it burns itself into your mind’s eye and stays with you long after you turn the final page.”—Diana Gabaldon, #1 New York Times bestselling author
First-century Rome: One young woman will hold the fate of an empire in her hands.

Thea, a captive from Judaea, is a clever and determined survivor hiding behind a slave’s docile mask. Purchased as a toy for the spoiled heiress Lepida Pollia, Thea evades her mistress’s spite and hones a secret passion for music. But when Thea wins the love of Rome’s newest and most savage gladiator and dares to dream of a better life, the jealous Lepida tears the lovers apart and casts Thea out.

Rome offers many ways for the resourceful to survive, and Thea remakes herself as a singer for the Eternal ’City’s glittering aristocrats. As she struggles for success and independence, her nightingale voice attracts a dangerous new admirer: the Emperor himself. But the passions of an all-powerful man come with a heavy price, and Thea finds herself fighting for both her soul and her destiny.

Many have tried to destroy the Emperor: a vengeful gladiator, an upright senator, a tormented soldier, a Vestal Virgin. But in the end, the life of Rome’s most powerful man lies in the hands of one woman: the Emperor’s mistress.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780425232477
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/06/2010
Series: Empress of Rome Series , #1
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 138,389
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Kate Quinn is a native of Southern California. She attended Boston University, where she earned a bachelor's and master's degree in Classical Voice. A lifelong history buff, she has written four novels in the Empress of Rome Saga and two Novels of the Borgias, before moving to the twentieth century with The Alice Network and The Huntress. All her books have been translated into multiple languages.

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One APRIL, A.D. 82

The atmosphere at the Mars Street gladiator school was contented,convivial, and masculine as the tired fighters troopedin through the gates. Twenty fighters had sallied out to join themain battle of the Cerealia games, and fourteen had come back alive.A good enough average to make the victors swagger as they filedthrough the narrow torch- lit hall, dumping their armor into thewaiting baskets.

“. . . hooked that Greek right through the stomach! Prettiestpiece of work I . . .”

“. . . see that bastard Lapicus get it in the back from that Gaul?Won’t be looking down his long nose at us anymore . . .”

“. . . hard luck on Theseus. Saw him trip in the sand . . .”

Arius tossed his plumed helmet into the waiting basket, ignoringthe slave who gave him cheery congratulations. The weapons hadalready been collected, of course— those got snatched the momentthe fighting was done.

“First fight?” A chatty Thracian tossed his own helmet into thebasket atop Arius’s. “Mine, too. Not bad, huh?”

Arius bent to unlace the greaves about his shins.

“Nice work you did on that African today. Had me one of thosescrawny Oriental Greeks; no trouble there. Hey, maybe next time I’llget Belleraphon and then I’ll really make my fortune.”

Arius unlaced the protective mail sleeve from his sword arm,shaking it off into the basket. The other fighters were already troopinginto the long hall where they were all fed, whooping as they filedalong the trestle tables and grabbed for the wine jugs.

“Quiet, aren’t you?” The Thracian jogged his elbow. “So whereyou from? I came over from Greece last year— ”

“Shut up,” said Arius in his flat grating Latin.


Brushing past the Thracian into the hall, he ignored the trestletables and the platters of bread and meat. He leaned over and grabbedthe first wine jug he saw, then headed off down another small ill- lithallway. “Don’t mind him,” he heard another fighter growl to theThracian. “He’s a sour bastard.”

Arius’s room in the gladiator barracks was a tiny bare cell. Stonewalls, a chair, a straw pallet, a guttering tallow candle. He sank down onthe floor, setting his back against the wall and draining half the jug ina few methodical gulps. The cheap grapes left a sour taste in his mouth.No matter. Roman wine was quick, and all he wanted was quick.

“Knock knock!” a voice trilled at the door. “I hope you aren’tasleep yet, dear boy.”

“Piss off, Gallus.”

“Tut, tut. Is that any way to treat your lanista? Not to mentionyour friend?” Gallus swept in, vast and pink- fleshed in his immaculatetoga, gold gleaming on every finger, magnolia oil shining onevery curled hair, a little silk- decked slave boy at his side. Owner ofthe Mars Street gladiator school.

Arius spat out a toneless obscenity. Gallus laughed. “Now, now,none of that. I came to congratulate you. Such a splendid debut. Whenyou sent the head flying clean off that African . . . so dramatic! I wasa little surprised, of course. Such dedication, such savagery, from onewho swore not an hour before that he wouldn’t fight at all . . .”

Arius took another deep swallow of wine.

“Well, how nice it is to be right. The first time I saw you, I knewyou had potential. A little old for the arena, of course— how old areyou, anyway? Twenty- five, thirty? No youngster, but you’ve certainlygot something.” Gallus waved his silver pomander languidly.Arius looked at him.

“You’ll get another fight in the next games, of course. Somethinga little bigger and grander, if I can persuade Quintus Pollio. A solobout, perhaps. And this time”— a glass- sharp glance— “I won’t haveto worry that you’ll deliver, will I.”

Arius aligned the wine jug against the wall. “What’s a rudius?”The words surprised him, and he kept his eyes on the jug.“A rudius?” Gallus blinked. “Dear boy, wherever did you hearabout that?”

Arius shrugged. They had all been waiting in the dark underthe Colosseum before their bout, nervous and excited, fingering theirweapons. Here’s to a rudius for all of us, one of the others had muttered.

A man who had died five minutes later under a trident beforeArius could ask him what it meant.

“A rudius is a myth,” Gallus said airily. “A wooden sword givenfrom the Emperor to a gladiator, signaling his freedom. I supposeit’s happened once or twice for the stars of the arena, but that hardlyincludes you, does it? One bout, and not even a solo bout— you’vegot a long way to go before you can call yourself a success, much lessa star.”

Arius shrugged.

“Such a dear boy.” Gallus reached out and stroked Arius’s arm.His plump fingers pinched hard, and his black peppercorn eyeslocked onto Arius’s with bright curiosity.

Arius reached out, picked up the tallow candle beside him, andcalmly poured a stream of hot wax onto the soft manicured hand.Gallus snatched his burned fingers away. “We really will have todo something about your manners,” he sighed. “Good night, then.Dear boy.”

As soon as the door thudded shut, Arius picked up the wine jugand drank off every drop. Letting the jug fall, he dropped his headback against the stones. The room wasn’t spinning anymore. Notenough wine. He closed his eyes.

He hadn’t meant to fight. He’d meant what he’d told Gallus,standing in the dim passage underneath the arena, hearing the roarsof the crowd and the screams of the wounded men and the whimpersof the dying animals. But the sword had been placed in his hand, andhe’d gone out with the others in the brisk group battle that served towhet the crowd’s appetite for the solo bouts, and he’d seen the Africanhe’d been paired to fight . . . and the black demon had uncoiledfrom its self- devouring circles in his brain and roared joyously downthe straight and simple path of murder.

Then suddenly he had been standing blinking in the sunlightwith another man’s blood on his face and cheers pouring down on hishead like a swarm of bees. Just thinking about those cheers broughtan icy sweat. The arena. That hellish arena. It spoiled his luck everytime. Even slaughtering its guards had failed to get him killed.After that savage beating seven months ago, he had awakened inbed. Not a soft bed; Gallus didn’t waste luxuries on half- dead slaves.Dragging himself painfully into the light, he heard for the first timeGallus’s voice: high, modulated, reeking of the slums.

“Can you hear me, boy? Nod if you understand. Good. What’syour name?”

Hoarsely he croaked it out.

Gallus tittered. “Oh, that’s absurd. A Briton, aren’t you? You barbariansalways have impossible names. Well, it won’t do. We’ll callyou Arius. A bit like Aries, the god of war. Quite catchy, yes, we cando something with that.

“Now. I’ve bought you, and paid a pretty price, too, for a half- deadtroublemaker. Yes, I know exactly why you were sentenced to thearena. You were part of a chain gang making repairs on the Colosseum,until you strangled a guard with his own whip. Very foolish,dear boy. Whatever were you thinking?” Gallus snapped for his littleslave boy with the tray of sweetmeats. “Well, then”— eating busily—“you can tell me for starts how you ended up working a chain gangin the Colosseum.”

“Salt mines,” Arius forced out through swollen lips. “In Trinovantia.Then Gaul.”

“Dear me. And how long have you been working in thosesinkholes?”

Arius shrugged. Twelve years? He wasn’t sure.

“A long time, clearly. That explains the strength of the arms andchest.” A plump finger traced over Arius’s shoulders. “Hauling rocksof salt up and down mountains for years; oh yes, it builds fine men.”A last lingering stroke. “One doesn’t learn to use a sword in themines, however. Where did you learn that, eh?”

Arius turned his face toward the wall.

“Well, no matter. Time to listen. You’ll do your fighting for mefrom now on, when and where I say. I am a lanista. Know what thatis? No? I thought your Latin was a little rough. Everything about youis a little rough, isn’t it? A lanista is a trainer, dear boy, of gladiators.You’re going to be a gladiator. It’s a good life as they go— women,riches, fame. You’ll take the oath now, and begin training as soon asthose bones patch up. Repeat after me: ‘I undertake to be burnt by fire,to be bound in chains, to be beaten by rods, and to die by the sword.’ That’sthe gladiator’s oath, dear boy.”

Arius told him hoarsely what he could do with his oath, and collapsedback into blackness.

It had been days before he could get out of bed, weeks before hisbones were whole, and nearly five months before his training in thegladiators’ courtyard was complete. His fellow fighters were pettycriminals and bewildered slaves scummed off the bottom of the market:a cheap cut- rate bunch. Arius slid indifferently into the school’sroutine: just one more thug with Gallus’s crude crossed- swords tattooon his arm. Better than the mines.

Rudius. The word came back to him. Sounded like a snake, not awooden sword. He didn’t see how getting a wooden sword from theEmperor made you free, but the mist- shrouded mountains of homerose up before his eyes, impossibly fresh and green and lovely.A wooden sword. He used wooden swords every day when hetrained. He always broke them, hitting too hard. An omen? Hethought back to the white- robed Druids of his childhood, dimlyremembered, smelling of mistletoe and old bones, reading the godsin every leaf’s fall. They’d call it a bad omen, breaking a woodensword. But he’d never had many good omens in his life.

He shook off the thought of home. The Mars Street school wasn’tbad. No women and riches as Gallus had promised, but at least nomerciless sun, no chains eating the flesh off his ankles, no uneasysleep on bare mountainsides. Here there were blankets and bread forthe days, wine to drown the nights, a quick death around the corner.Better than the mines. Nothing could be worse than the mines.The applause of the games fans flickered uneasily through hismind.


From the moment I saw Senator Marcus Vibius Augustus Norbanus,I longed to fix him up: give him a proper haircut, get theink stains off his fingers, take his slaves to task for pressing his toga sobadly. He had been divorced for more than ten years, and slaves takeadvantage when there’s no mistress of the house. I would have bet fivecoppers that Marcus Norbanus, who had been consul four times andwas the natural grandson of the God- Emperor Augustus, poured hisown wine and put away his own books just like any pleb widower.“Your name, girl?” he asked, as I offered a tray of little sweetmarchpane pastries.

“Thea, sir.”

“A Greek name.” He had deep- set eyes; friendly, penetrating,aloof. “But not, I think, a Greek. Something too long about the vowels,and the shape of the eyes is wrong. Antiochene, perhaps, but Iwould guess Hebrew.”

I smiled in assent, backing away and examining him covertly. Hehad a crooked shoulder that pulled him off- balance and made himlimp, but it was hardly visible unless he was standing. Seated he wasstill a fine figure of a man, with a noble patrician profile and thickgray hair.

Poor Marcus Norbanus. Your bride will eat you alive.“Senator!” Lepida danced in, fresh and lovely in carnelian silkwith strands of coral about her neck and wrists. Fifteen now, as I was;prettier and more poised than ever. “You’re here early. Eager to seethe games?”

“The spectacle always provides a certain interest.” He rose andkissed her hand. “Though I usually prefer my library.”

“Well, you must change your opinion. For I am quite mad for thegames.”

“Her father’s daughter, I see.” Marcus made a courtly nod toPollio.

Lepida’s father swept his eyes with just a hint of contempt overMarcus’s uncurled hair, the carelessly pressed toga, the mended sandalstrap. He himself was immaculate: snowy linen pleated razor- sharpand perfume heavy enough to tingle the nostrils. Still, no one wouldever mistake him for a patrician. Or Marcus Norbanus for anythingelse.

“So, you really know the Emperor’s niece?” Lepida asked herbetrothed as we left the Pollio house and sallied out into the Aprilsunshine. Her blue eyes were wide with admiration. “Lady Julia?”

“Yes, since she was small.” Marcus smiled. “She and her half- sisterwere playmates of my son’s when they were very young. They haven’tmet since they were children— Paulinus is with the Praetoriansnow— but I still visit Lady Julia now and then. She’s been very downcastsince her father died.”

The wedding morning of Lady Julia and her cousin Gaius TitusFlavius burst clear and blue as we went to watch them join hands atthe public shrine— on foot, since the litters would never get throughthe crowds. I was jostled from side to side by shoving apprentices,avid housewives, beggars trying to slip their hands into my purse.A baker in a flour- sprinkled apron trod heavily on my foot, and Itripped.

Marcus Norbanus caught my arm with surprising agility, settingme on my feet before I could fall. “Careful, girl.”

“Thank you, sir.” I fell behind, chagrined. He really was far tookind to be Lepida’s husband. I’d been praying devotedly for an ogre.

“Oh, look!” Abandoning Marcus’s arm, Lepida elbowed her wayto the front of the crowd. “Look, there they are!”

I peered over Pollio’s shoulder. The shrine of Juno, goddess ofmarriage— and the tall ruddy- cheeked young man beside the priestmust be the bridegroom. He was in high spirits, jostling and jokingwith his attendants. “He’s handsome,” Lepida announced. “Fat,though. Don’t you think?”

Marcus looked amused. “The Flavians tend toward heaviness,” hesaid mildly. “A family trait.”

“Oh. Well, he’s not really fat, is he? Just imposing.”

The blast of Imperial trumpets brazened in our ears. Servants inImperial livery began to wind past. The Praetorian Guard lined theroad in their ceremonial breastplates and red plumes, making way forthe bride. “Is that Lady Julia?” Lepida craned her neck.

I studied the Emperor’s niece curiously— the one who supposedlywanted to be a Vestal Virgin. She was very small, her hair straw- pale,her figure straight and childlike in the white robe. The flaming bridalveil drew all the color out of her face. Her pale lips were smiling, butshe didn’t really look— well, bridal.

“She doesn’t have the complexion for red,” my mistress said, toosoftly for her betrothed to hear. “Her skin’s like an unripe cheese. I’lllook much better at my wedding.”N

The bridal pair joined hands at the shrine, speaking the ritual words:Quando tu Gaius, ego Gaia. They exchanged the ritual cake, the rings.

The marriage contracts were signed. The priest intoned prayers, and abellowing white bull gave its blood in a gout over the marble steps asa sacrifice to Juno. Usually Imperial weddings were conducted moreprivately, but Emperor Domitian was a lover of public pomp. So wasthe public.

“She should smile,” Lepida criticized. “No one wants to see a bridelooking like a corpse on her own wedding day.”

Before the procession, the groom had to wrest his bride from hermother’s arms in symbolic theft. Lady Julia’s mother was dead; heruncle stood in for her. She folded the red veil back over her palehair and walked meekly into his arms. As the bridegroom used bothhands to jerk her away, my gaze shifted to the Emperor.

He was a tall man, vigorous and well made, a little more thantwice my age, reflecting back the sun in his gold- embroidered purplecloak and golden circlet. Thickset Flavian shoulders that would runto fat in his old age. Ruddy cheeks and broad, friendly features.

My eyes shifted back to his niece, huddled in the arm of her newhusband. I felt sorry for her. A slave feeling sorry for a princess— Idon’t know why. Then her eyes shifted, falling for a moment on mine,and in the instant before I dropped my gaze to the ground I saw thaton the day of her own wedding— a bright and beautiful spring daywhen the whole world stretched before her— Lady Julia Flavia feltlost and terrified and alone.

“Well, that’s that!” Pollio clapped his hands, and I jumped. “We’dbetter go on to the arena. The first show is very splendid, I assureyou. I found a dozen of the strangest striped horses from an Africantrader; he called them zebras— ”

On Senator Norbanus’s suggestion, we took a hired litter on ashortcut through Mars Street. I trotted behind on foot while Lepidasqueezed in beside her betrothed, hanging on his every word, lookingup at him through long black lashes. A spider reeling in the fly.

Pollio was still droning on about how clever he had been tobuy twenty tigers at a bargain price from India when the litter wasforced to pull up short. A huge cart blocked the road, ironbound andpadlocked, and a litter borne by six golden- haired Greeks. As wewatched, a gate barred like a prison swung open and a team of menmarched out. Armor gleamed beneath their purple cloaks as theyclimbed into the wagon, and their faces were somber under theirhelmets. Gladiators, on their way to the Colosseum.

“Gallus’s fighters.” Pollio twitched back the curtains for a betterlook, frowning. “ Third- raters, all of them. Still, they make good baitfor the lions. So would Gallus himself, if you ask me. That’s him inthe litter.”

A fat man with a fringe of oiled curls around his forehead leanedout through the orange silk curtains to shout through the gates.“You’re holding us up, dear boy.”

Out through the gates of Gallus’s school strode a big man,russet- haired, a Gaul or a Briton. He wore heavy iron plates overhis shins, a green kilt, an absurd helmet with green plumes. A mailsleeve protected his fighting arm, the leather straps passing over hisunprotected chest and scarred back. His face was granite- still— andI knew him.

The slave. The one who had fought back in the games of theEmperor’s accession months ago. I remembered weeping a littlefor him, the same way I wept when the lions fell in the arena withspears through their great chests. I’d thought he was dead. Even afterthe Emperor decreed mercy, they’d had to drag him out on a hooklike they did the dead lions. But he wasn’t dead. He was back: agladiator.

“Hurry up, Arius,” the lanista called impatiently from the litter.“We’re blocking the road.”

He caught the side of the wagon and vaulted up. Arius. So thatwas his name.

For once, I was longing to see the games.

The underground levels of the Colosseum hummed like the pipesof an aqueduct. Slaves rushed through the torch- lit passages,some with whetstones to sharpen the weapons, some with sharpsticks to prod the animals into a fury before they were released upinto the arena, some with great rakes to scrape up the dead. Somewherea lion screamed, or maybe a dying man.

“The main battle’s in two hours,” a steward barked at Gallus ingreeting, eyes raking over the gladiators. “Keep them out of the waytill then. Which one’s the Briton? He goes after the tigers finish offthose prisoners.”

A few hissed words from Gallus, and Arius found himself shunteddown a dark passage. Spring warmth never penetrated the bowels ofthe Colosseum; the passages were dank and cold. Fine clay dust filtereddown, shaken loose by the vibrations of the cheers.

A pulley carried Arius to the upper levels; a slave led him to agate and hastily shoved a sword and heavy shield at him. “Luck toyou, gladiator.” Arius waited, rasping a mailed finger up and downthe edge of the blade. Against the darkness he saw a wooden sword.The applause died down. Dimly he heard the voice of the gamesannouncer: “And now . . . wilds of Britannia . . . we bring you . . .Arius the Barbarian . . . playing the part of . . .”

With a clank of machinery the heavy gate cranked up. Blindingsunlight flooded the passage.


The cheering hit him like a wall as he strode out into the sunlight.Fifty thousand voices shouting his name. A blur of brightsilks and white togas, pale circles of faces and black circles of openmouths, backed by a roof of dazzling blue sky. He’d never seen somany people in his life.

He caught himself staring, and slammed down his visor. No needto know who Achilles was, or what kind of part he was playing. Killingwas killing.

The demon uncoiled joyfully in his gut.

The announcer’s voice again, hushing the cheers. “And now, fromthe wilds of Amazonia, we bring you fitting opponents to the mightyhero Achilles— ”

The gate at the other end of the arena rumbled. Arius shruggedhis cloak off and his sword up, shifting into a crouch.


Women. Five women. In plumed golden helmets and crescentmoonshields and gold anklets. Breasts bare for the audience to leerat. Slim bright swords raised high. Lips clamped into hard lines.The demon rage drained away. Left him cold and shaking. Hissword point dropped, brushed against the sand.

The red- plumed leader let out a kestrel shriek as she swoopeddown toward him.

“Oh, damn it,” he snarled, and brought up his sword.

He picked them off one at a time. The smallest first. No olderthan fourteen. She stabbed at him with more desperation than skill.He killed her quickly. Then the dark- haired one with the birthmarkon her shoulder. He clipped the sword out of her hand, turning hiseyes away as he hewed her down. Every stroke lasted a century.

In extreme slow motion he saw the leader cry out, trying to pullthem together. She knew what she was doing. Charging together,they might have brought him down. But they panicked and scattered.And, to the raucous enjoyment of the crowd, he chased themdown one at a time and slew them.

He just tried to do it fast.

The leader in her brave scarlet plumes, she was the last. She putup a good fight, catching his sword again and again on her slimshield. Her blade landed twig- light against his own. Her eyes showedhuge and wild through the visor.

He knocked her sword aside and drove his shield boss against herunprotected breast. Her neck arced in agony. She crumpled to thesand like a broken clay figurine.

Not dead. Not yet. Just strangling on her own blood, crushed ribstrying to expand. He took a tired step forward to cut her throat.

“Mitte! Mitte!”

The cry assailed his ears, and he looked up dumbly. All across the tiersof spectators, the thumbs called for mercy. The cheers were good- natured,the opinion unanimous: mercy for the last of the Amazons.

His eyes burned. Sweat. He flung the blade away and droppedto one knee to slide an arm under her shoulders. She was bleedingeverywhere—

Her eyes swept him feebly. A swaying hand reached up to tiltback his visor. And then he was jolted all the way down to his bonesas she spoke to him in a language he had not heard for more than adozen years. His own language.

“Please,” she rasped.

He stared at her.

She choked again on her own blood. “Please.”

He looked down into those great, desperate eyes.


He slid his hand up into her hair, turning her head back to exposethe long throat. She closed her eyes with a rattling sigh. He eased hisblade into the soft pulse behind her jaw.

When her crushed body was cold in his arms, he looked up. Hisaudience had gone silent. He rose, stained all over with her blood andweighed down by unbelieving eyes.

The demon’s fury roared up, and with all his strength he hewedhis sword sideways against the marble wall. He struck again andagain, feeling the muscles tear across his back, and at last the bladesnapped in two with a dissonant crack. He flung the pieces away, spaton them, then ripped the helmet from his head and flung that after.

Rage surged up in his throat and he shouted— no curses, just a longwordless roar.

They applauded him.


They cheered, they shouted, they screamed praise down on hishead like a stinging rain. They threw coins, they threw flowers, theysurged upright and shrieked his name. They stamped their feet androcked the marble tiers.

It was only then that he wept, standing alone in the greatarena surrounded by the bodies of five women and a thousanddownward- drifting rose petals.


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Mistress of Rome is an historical novel brimming with forbidden love and unrelenting revenge. When Thea, a Jewish slave girl, falls in love with Arius, the Colisseum’s rising star, her envious mistress Lepida quickly crushes any hope of their future together. Lepida soon turns her focus to the Imperial court as her appetite for power rages on. Separated from Arius by circumstances beyond her control, Thea reinvents herself as a respected singer for society’s elite, while Arius continues his undefeated reign as the empire’s most famous fighter. Their talents quickly catch the eye of a dangerous spectator, Emperor Domitian, who is determined to destroy Thea’s will and end the gladiator’s glory once and for all. When the fate of love and freedom lie within the hands of a merciless ruler, vows will be broken, alliances will form, and blood will spill.


Kate Quinn is a native of southern California. The daughter of a history major, she grew up with anecdotes about Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great instead of Grimm’s fairy tales. That upbringing turned into Mistress of Rome, written when she was a freshman in college.

  1. From the moment we meet Arius we are also introduced to his inner demon. At his core the Barbarian is a noble and kind-hearted soul, while the voice that haunts him is a ruthless killer. How do you think this maniacal monologue ever began within him? How can his son avoid inheriting this same curse?
  2. Sold into slavery and torn away from her one true love, Thea also carries with her the guilt and shame associated with the murder of her family. How does the habit of spilling her own blood help her cope with her troubled past? Which other characters participate in similar self-destructive tendencies and why?
  3. Thea admits that even after sharing the Emperor’s bed, and spending days on end with him, that she does not truly know Domitian at all. Does any character truly know the Emperor and, if so, why has he given them his confidence?
  4. One on-going theme in this book is forbidden relationships. Nessus has a long-standing romantic relationship with Ganymede, an imperial slave. If both of these men are seen as servants in the eyes of Domitian, and it is not uncommon for Roman men to prefer male lovers, why do you think they choose to keep their feelings for one another a secret? What other characters have relationships, either romantic or platonic, that must remain undisclosed?
  5. Lepida’s cruelty towards Thea is incomparable. Does Thea ever show her the same level of cruelty? Does either character ever display any sort of mercy towards the other? Discuss the relationship between slave and master and the varying degrees of cruelty in slave/master pairings in this story.
  6. The Emperor’s astrologer, Nessus, reads Arius’ palm after one of his great victories. Nessus foresees three fates: “He will die once by fire, once by the sword, and once as an old man.” After “dying” by fire in the dark hall of the Gate of Death, Arius supposedly has a long full life ahead of him. Did he ever die by the sword in this story? Is this referring to the many “deaths” he suffers within the arena? What do you think this means?
  7. The Empress, Lady Julia, and Thea all fear and hate Domitian. While we know his reasons for being so intrigued by Thea, what characteristics drew the Emperor to the other two women? How do women in this story empower themselves or each other when faced with incredible obstacles?
  8. Lepida’s disgust for Sabina is very clear to everyone from her servants to her own husband. Why do you think she hates her child so much? Why did she give up the chance to transform her daughter into an unconditionally adoring ally? Was Marcus’ influence over their daughter too strong for Lepida to overcome or did she have other reasons?
  9. Do you believe Marcus should’ve tried to divorce Lepida? Do you feel his influence in the senate would’ve been enough to expose Lepida? Was there anyone Marcus could have turned to for help in protecting himself and his family from Lepida’s ambitions?
  10. The themes of loyalty and betrayal lie at the heart of this story. The most striking example is one family’s motto: “To be a Norbanus is to serve.” Paulinus’ loyalty to the Emperor is understandably strong at the onset, but why does his dedication remain once Domitian’s true self is revealed? Why does he risk his life to save the Emperor? Why does he leave Thea for Lepida? Why do you think he betrays those who love him, yet protects those who would not hesitate to destroy him?
  11. Discuss the impact of social class on the citizens of Rome. Aside from family name (Norbanus), deceit (Lepida), and ownership (Thea), what other ways can Romans advance from the level of society they are born into?
  12. “Only one lord and god in Rome.” Power is a questionable and ever-shifting force in the narrative. Who do you feel is the most powerful person in Rome and why? A slave with tremendous inner strength? A barbarian with incomparable physical prowess? A ruler with the all-encompassing influence? A priestess with divine certainty? Another character?
  13. Paulinus’ hatred of, and infatuation with, Lepida is an addiction. If he longs to be everything his father is, what is the connection he feels for this woman other than physical lust?
  14. Lepida regards Thea as nothing more than a whore because of the sexual acts forced upon her in the Pollia home. However, during their lifetime it is Lepida who chose to have multiple partners while married. What other double standards appear throughout the course of this story? How do men and women on every level of society perpetuate them?
  15. After a rather uncomfortable scene with the Emperor and several others, Marcus pleads with Calpurnia to remain betrothed to his son. Throughout both incidents, his concern for her safety is undeniable. Did their relationship grow from this point? Do you believe Marcus chose his son’s bride with an ulterior motive? Why do you think Calpurnia chose to stay?

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M-Miles More than 1 year ago
A friend recommended I read this book, so I picked it up and was immediately thrilled to see it was about a gladiator. It's an impressive debut novel with a sweeping story of the lives of the scheming Lepida Pollia, the beautiful slave girl, Thea, and the super-gladiator, Arius. I stayed up into the wee hours finishing the book because I couldn't put it down. Thea is a slave girl to Lepida, who wants the gladiator for herself. When she learns Thea has beaten her to him, she sells her off to a brothel. Thea, though, remakes herself into the singer Athena, bears Arius's son, and lives a quiet life with her kind master. But Lepida's scheming and trouble-making is far from over. Now determined to become the Emperor's mistress, she will do anything and everything possible to get to him. Until she realizes Thea has once again beaten her to it. The characters are wonderfully drawn, the story is engrossing and the details of the setting and the history are woven so masterfully, you forget you're reading. This is definitely going on my keeper shelf. I look forward to reading more from this author.
MsTilus-Howell More than 1 year ago
I love this book! I was trying to find more books by this writer and was very shocked to learn that this was her first one... Bravo! The way she told this story was like watching a movie. I couldn't put it down. The fighting scenes are gory but that was very accurate to the time period. Can't wait for another great read by this writer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Before I begin, I want to start by saying I'm a picky reader regarding what I like. Mistress of Rome is the perfect book, depending on where your interests lie---which for me was dead on! Part romance, part action thriller, part history, MOR has something for everyone. The romance was beautifully developed and challenging. The action refused to let me put the book down. And the history was detailed, yet light enough that I was never bored. Now, I will say: I am not a history buff. I don't care how accurate the book is as long as it is good. Quinn always puts a section in at the end explaining where fact ends and fiction begins. Honestly, I usualluly tend to prefer the fiction aspects anyways. Those like mr, I STRONGLY recommend you read Susan Carroll's The Dark Queen series next rather than taking B&Ns recommendations. Flat, historical reads tend to be put in the same category as MOR despite the huge differences! MOR is fictional story set in a real time. It tends to fill in gaps of history with made up characters. It does not retell boring stories we've all heard before like most historical novels. READ IT!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was intruiging and filled with suspense!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found it very hard to read this book. The characters were so overdeveloped, with no subtlety whatsoever, that they were rendered completely unbelievable. A skilled writer gives his audience enough credit to discern for themselves who are the protagonists and the antagonists in his tale. Every player in this book was written so obviously that I found myself distracted by the artlessness of their portrayal. They were caricatures. Several times I found myself wanted to give up but was encouraged by the reviews of other readers enough to grit my teeth until the end. Ultimately, however, the caricatures in this work, coupled with a flimsy plot line and sophomoric dialogue, lead me to describe this book as barely readable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love this book! I will always continue to read this book, as for Kate Quinn brings this book alive so vividly described as if you're in the story---feeling what they are feeling, ---thinking what they are thinking---and acting what they are acting---only they can't see you. You will absolutely love this book and read it forever!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing from start to finish
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked this book, though I got a little bored at some points, it was entertaining and ends well. The villain is so easy to hate through the whole story. I enjoyed how well the history is brought together. However, some of the modern lanquage seems out of place. I have a 1st gen nook and the formatting didnt work in some places, but I was still able to read.
alexis14217 More than 1 year ago
Okay I bought this book 4 days ago ( mind you I only can read while working out) and I finished it last night. FANTASTIC book, I will be buying the other in the series. I usually read Virginia Henley, Catherine Coulter and Ms. Lowell so this was the first read by this author and I was NOT disapointed, actually I was alittle when it ended!
Sensitivemuse More than 1 year ago
It's been a while since I've read a very good historical fiction This is one of the best I've read so far. There is lots of fighting action (gladiator fights), romance, and lots of drama. Just the way I like it in historical fiction. However, what I love about this book is, that it moved me in many ways. The emotions in this book was like a roller coaster. You were happy one minute, the next you were sad, and then you were boiling in rage (usually because Lepida is such a ...witch..to say the least). The plot was well done and well written. It's been broken into several point of views of different characters so you get to see the story in different angles which is certainly nice to see and adds more to the book. The characters in this novel were excellent. The chemistry between potential pairings were really well done and well written. Of all the characters, I liked Thea and Vix. Marcus also held a soft spot for me too. I was glad Thea wasn't written out as a damsel in distress type of heroine. I noticed as the story progressed, she became stronger and I admired her even more for standing up to Domitian and to not to give in to what he wants. What I also enjoyed reading was, every female in this book had their strengths (and of course weaknesses) but their strengths were much more prominent and focused in the book. Vix made me laugh, because although he was a brat, he had the best insults and comebacks I have ever read. I liked how he wasn't afraid of Lepida, even though she had the means to get back at him and potentially kill him. I hated Lepida. Oh wow did I ever hate her. I've hated some characters in the past but Lepida wins all the medals for being villain of the year. She's scheming, cruel, nasty, evil, vile, all the names you can think of that are negative. In fact, Calpurnia sums it up by saying that she's "the most criminal wife in Rome". Calpurnia actually calls her several colorful names which I enjoyed reading and laughing at. (Lepida gets what's due to her in time so reading the book and seeing her fall is quite a treat). The only criticism I find in this book is it shifts from first person to third person quickly and I'm not sure why it's been done this way. It's a little strange but it's not enough to distract the reader from reading and enjoying the story. Some readers might find that a little irksome - however it didn't bother me. So far, I think this is one of the best historical fiction novels I have read in 2010. It'll be hard to top this one off. Fans of Ancient Rome will love this novel and will become attached to this story as I am. I think this book is definitely a keeper. From the historical note at the end, there maybe another story coming featuring some characters from Mistress of Rome. I can hardly wait to see the next one if it does come out!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book had was well organized in its time table and chapters were designated from the view of each character. The book reveals the plight of a Jewish slave girl who falls in love with a star gladiator. The author paints an accurate picture of the time period and all of the gruesomness of went on in the colosseum as well as the world of the aristocratic. Life could be precarious as a slave, or the privileged, especially for a women. I do love how evil the author painted some of the characters. This book seemed a little bit like a soap opera tin some regards but, it may have been that things were as vicarious and volatile as is written about here. A great deal of fighting action takes place with lots of lushes blood and gore as to be expected for gladiators in this time period. A fun and compelling trip into Roman history.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this book & the rest of the series. Kate Quinn is an amazing writer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book would make a great movie. I'm on to the sequels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I will never forget this book. It is an amazing story that I know I will want to reread again and again. This book should be made into a movie!!!!!!
AngieIAM More than 1 year ago
This is a very interesting read set in ancient Rome. A powerful story. My only quibble is that the hero endures far more beatings than would be humanly possible. One can't get chopped to pieces day after day and live to tell about it.
dholland08 More than 1 year ago
Mistress of Rome is one of the best historical fiction novels I have ever read. It was teeming with historical detail and events of huge impact, but Kate Quinn gave the story accesible characters to make the reader emotionally involved. I loved the writing style; it was very unique with alternating first person narrators and portions of the book written in the third person. I couldn't put this book down and if you read it you won't be able to either. The novel is centered around a Jewish slave girl, Thea. When the story begins Thea is owned by a spiteful Roman heiress Lepida Pollia. When a handsome gladiator, Arius the Barbarian, catches Lepida's eye it's Thea's duty to deliver her mistress's love letters. But instead of Arius responding to Lepida's affections he falls for Thea and their romance is the only spark of happiness in their otherwise brutal lives of slavery. When Lepida learns of their love she puts an end to it and seperates them. The rest of the novel follows Thea's journey from slave to singer to Emperor Domitian's mistress and follows the stories of a varied cast of characters that include a powerful senator's family and the gladiators of the arena. Kate Quinn weaves all the different threads of the story seamlessly and juggles the differing perspectives with ease. When I was reading Mistress of Rome I felt like I was there in ancient Rome, alongside all of the action. Quinn's writing really brought the time period and setting to life. The reader can see Rome in all its depraved, brutal, extravagent glory and witness a time in history like they are tourists of that time. The characters were wonderful and I loved or loved to hate them all. I can't recommend Mistress of Rome enough. Read it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you're a Roman history buff, you'll love the attention to detail Quinn gives every scene, whether it's the atmosphere in a gladiator practice ring or the dishes that might be served to the Emperor. If you love action and adventure, the gladiatorial scenes will make you incredibly happy. If you like political thrillers, you'll be fascinated by the skullduggery going on during the reign of Domitian. If you like romances, the central love story will captivate you. I appreciated this on every level and can't wait for the sequel! (And don't worry -- though the door is open for a sequel, this plot wraps up in very final, very meaningful fashion. You will be satisfied!)
savvy102000 More than 1 year ago
I am almost finished with this book, but I had to say I CANNOT PUT IT DOWN! The love, the action, the plotting! Wonderful! I am pretty busy during the day, but anytime I can sneak a few minutes to read a couple of pages like walking to class or just chilling in the bed...I just need to know what happens next! I'm looking forward to the ending, but sad that its almost over! I am glad that Ms. Kate Quinn is writing another book!
emmi331 More than 1 year ago
Looking at the photo of the sweet-faced author on the inside back cover, you'd never guess she could write scenes of such gore and bloodshed. But she does, and with relish. Ms. Quinn's descriptions of gladiators' battles, executions, and other mayhem in the Colisseum are vivid and unsparing. Ancient Roman culture was one in which little value was put on human life - and neither rich nor poor were spared nasty and untimely deaths. The aristocracy wasn't any safer from a domineering Emperor than an offending slave was - especially if there was a hint of treason. Even in this toxic environment, a tender love story unfolds between the gladiator Arius and Thea, a beautiful slave who eventually becomes the Emperor's mistress. Much of the tale unfolds in the context of a plot to assassinate the Emperor Domitian, an able but paranoid ruler with questionable and painful sexual preferences when it comes to the unfortunate Thea. Spicing things up is the vixen you love to hate, the vicious and treacherous Lepida, who has a longstanding grudge against Thea and Arius. The story moves at a breathtaking pace - and fortunately, it looks from the author's endnote as if a sequel is in the works. I don't want to miss it!
Annmpa More than 1 year ago
Totally enjoyed this book. thought the characters were well thought out, the plot had a good array of twists and enjoyed the Historical references. I had been to Rome and enjoyed seeing the City as the anchients did. The city descriptions and the times really form a picvture that you can follow in your mind. It is a good enjoyable read and i can't wait to read more by this auhor.
penname96 More than 1 year ago
Great cover! The story was very interesting, but dark. I was very frustrated at times. I thought living in the Medieval Times would have been bad, but this tops it. Loved Thea and Arius. The Julia parts lost me at times, but it all came together. This would make a great mini-series. I can't wait to see what Kate does with part 2 with Vix and Sabina.
NoraJean More than 1 year ago
I enjoy historical fiction, and this book filled a niche very well. A story of Imperial Rome has to have its plebs, emperors, slaves and gladiators, right? Quinn's characters are well drawn; she knows when to give the details and when they don't add to the story. For example, there's plenty of sex in here, but we aren't bogged down with the descriptions. Same with the battle scenes. Parts of the tale are predictable, but Quinn foreshadows without tedium and has characters converse without putting you to sleep. While she's managing that, she's bringing you a story you can care about and people who aren't boring. The changing POV is a nice touch, too. Does it describe life in Rome? I don't know. It was an enjoyable rainy-day read, and if there is a sequel (there really has to be, the way it ends) I'll read that one, too.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I recently found an interest in historical fiction. It gives you a peak into people's lives during a different era. Some of it is exaggerated or modified for the sake of the story, but the author usually provides a few paragraphs explaining where they used creative license in the story. This book is well written, page-turning and I couldn't put it down. If you are interested in a historical fiction novel about Rome, read this book. I will be looking for more from this author.
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It wasn’t Rome I was interested in. Colonizers can be vile and some just clueless. And although there is riveting drama, violence and exciting times, I was drawn to Thea/Athena and her character. Oddly she is central. Everyone is drawn to her and she pretty much is self-contained, wanting to be left alone. She has guilt that she carries stoically and is misunderstood. But the strength within her shines through to the last page. Never count her out!