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kivutark · 3 days
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Chapter 133. Gazhdaham.
As Sohrab drew out of sight, Gazhdaham patted his daughter on the back. “You bought us some time,” he said gruffly. “Now we evacuate, and we send a letter to the king.” Continue reading Chapter 133. Gazhdaham.
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kivutark · 5 days
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Whatever you do, don't read the horrible Victorian translation by Crawford.
How about the kalevala for twitch reading?
Oh that would be fun! But I don’t know a thing about Finnish epic poetry!
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kivutark · 5 days
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Chapter 132. Gordafarid.
“This is bullshit,” snapped the beautiful Gordafarid, staring over the fortress walls in disbelief. “Hejir just went out to face a whole army, alone? And he didn’t even die gloriously? Of course he got captured! What an idiot!” She shook her head violently. Continue reading Chapter 132. Gordafarid.
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kivutark · 7 days
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Chapter 131. Hejir.
Sohrab’s army spilled into Iran, burning and razing as they went. The first major fortress that stood in their way was known as the White Fortress, which was commanded by an experienced warrior named Hejir. Continue reading Chapter 131. Hejir.
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kivutark · 10 days
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Chapter 130. Barman and Human.
“So let me get this straight,” said Afrasyab. “Rostam has a son, his son is Turanian, and he’s already invading Persia on his own? At ten?” Continue reading Chapter 130. Barman and Human.
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kivutark · 12 days
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Chapter 129. A Horse With No Name.
“There’s just one thing I need,” said Sohrab, as his new army drilled and hollered. “My own version of Rakhsh.” His mother sighed. “I know how this goes. Long line of horses for you to squish? Like your father?” Continue reading Chapter 129. A Horse With No Name.
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kivutark · 14 days
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Chapter 128. Sohrab.
Nine months later, Tahmineh gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, whom she named Sohrab. He grew at three times the rate of the other children, and by ten, even the grown men were afraid to compete with him.  Continue reading Chapter 128. Sohrab.
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kivutark · 17 days
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Chaper 127. Tahmineh.
At about one in the morning, Rostam heard whispering, and then the door creaking. He managed to open his eyes, and in walked a maid with a candle, followed by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her eyebrows were like bows pulled taut; her hair as long and coiled as Rostam’s lasso, ready to trap the unwise. Continue reading Chaper 127. Tahmineh.
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kivutark · 19 days
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Chapter 126. The King of Samangan.
With no clear leads, Rostam gathered up his armour and made for the nearest town, which was called Samangan. Luckily, the king of Samangan wasn’t particularly ill-disposed towards Persians, so he greeted Rostam politely and asked him why on earth an obvious nobleman was traveling on foot. Continue reading Chapter 126. The King of Samangan.
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kivutark · 21 days
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Chapter 125. Where's Rakhsh?
One morning, Rostam happened to be contemplating life, justice, and the terrible finality of death. It made him a little depressed, so to shake it off, he hopped over the border into Afrasyab’s territory to commit some light poaching. He hadn’t even slightly learned his lesson from last time – why would he? Continue reading Chapter 125. Where’s Rakhsh?
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kivutark · 24 days
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Chapter 124. Exit Afrasyab, Stage Left.
All courage completely drained, Afrasyab turned and fled. Rostam, who’d managed to get ahold of Rakhsh about halfway through the battle, urged his friend on. “Hurry up! Hurry up!”  Continue reading Chapter 124. Exit Afrasyab, Stage Left.
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kivutark · 26 days
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Chapter 123. Pilsam.
“Right here!” Pilsam raised his hand. He wasn’t hard to spot, either, as he was a huge man –  statisticians agreed that, in all Iran and Turan, his strength and ferocity were second only to Rostam’s. “And frankly, I’m tired of these Persians embarrassing us.” Continue reading Chapter 123. Pilsam.
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kivutark · 28 days
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Chapter 122. Piran.
“Rostam,” said Giv, exasperated, “You need to stop drinking immediately. The enemy is actually approaching. I’m going to go see if I can hold that bridge over there.” Continue reading Chapter 122. Piran.
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kivutark · 1 month
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It is all still there, never fear! I am trying to see if I can make the old site redirect, but no luck so far.
Kivutar's Klassics is now Saxo Dramaticus!
New name, same blog. Here for all your classics needs.
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kivutark · 1 month
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Chapter 121. A Good Day To Afrasyab.
It is useless to struggle against death. A famous musician, caught unawares by a hunting lion, once said: “If thou wouldst have the glory of the brave, seek not to spare thyself; for destiny will not be balked when ‘tis the time to die.” Continue reading Chapter 121. A Good Day To Afrasyab.
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kivutark · 1 month
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Kivutar's Klassics is now Saxo Dramaticus!
New name, same blog. Here for all your classics needs.
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kivutark · 1 month
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Chapter 120. Gudarz.
“He’s done what?” said Rostam. Giv and Tus just shrugged. Continue reading Chapter 120. Gudarz.
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