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Death on Delos (An Athenian Mystery) Paperback – July 10, 2018
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Greece, 454 BC: The sacred isle of Delos, the birthplace of the divine twins Apollo and Artemis, has been a most holy pilgrimage site for centuries. Delos is also home to the military fund kept by the Delian League, the alliance of city-states that defended Greece against the Persians, and that vast treasury is protected only by the priests and priestesses of the tiny isle and a scant armed guard.
Then one day the charismatic Athenian statesman Pericles arrives at the head of a small army to forcibly take the treasury back to the safety of Athens. With him are Nico, the only private agent in ancient Athens, and his heavily pregnant wife and partner in sleuthing, the priestess Diotima. She has been selected to give this year’s annual offering to holy Artemis.
In the face of righteous resistance from the priests, Pericles assigns Nico to bribe their leader. But before he can get very far with this dubiously unholy task, Nico ends up with a murder on his hands.
It is a crime against the gods to die or be born on the sacred island. Thanks to the violence over the treasury, the first blasphemy has already been committed. Can Nico solve the murder and get Diotima off the island before they accidentally commit the second?
- Print length352 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSoho Crime
- Publication dateJuly 10, 2018
- Dimensions5 x 0.9 x 7.5 inches
- ISBN-101616959487
- ISBN-13978-1616959487
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"Excellent. Once again, Corby combines an ingenious whodunit with convincing period detail. This humorous and educational ancient historical series gets better and better with each entry."
—Publishers Weekly, Starred Review
"Refreshingly original...There’s so much to admire here: Corby seamlessly works in Greek myths and history; the details of everyday life, like rituals, coins, and food, are part of the fabric of the mystery; and Nicolaos and Diotima’s witty, sexy relationship seems like a BCE version of Nick and Nora Charles. Another outstanding entry in a consistently excellent series."
—Booklist, Starred Review
"In his brisk seventh mystery set in the world of ancient Greece, Corby highlights the crackling chemistry between the two leads and provides another helpful, amusing list of characters that includes a description of and a quotation from each of them."
—Kirkus Reviews
"The amalgamation of energetic action, amusing characters, and fascinating story lines based on accessible and absorbing historical facts will delight new and old fans alike. Readers who enjoy the ancient world detective series by Lindsey Davis or Steven Saylor may also appreciate this title."
—Library Journal
"All sorts of skullduggery take place . . . Gary Corby has the knack of combining history, humor, and untimely death in a way that's so entertaining readers may never realize that they're learning something. Death on Delos tells a fast-moving story involving the Nick and Nora Charles of ancient Athens."
—Kittling Books
"Packed with interesting historical tidbits. . . highly recommended."
—Gumshoe Review
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It is illegal to die on the sacred isle of Delos. It is also illegal to give birth there. I wasn’t worried about death, but of childbirth we were in some danger, for my wife was heavily pregnant.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” I asked Diotima anxiously.
“Yes, of course I am,” she replied in exasperation. “You’ve asked the same thing a hundred times, Nico. You can stop now.”
I would have to stop anyway, because the boat on which we traveled, Paralos, was about to touch land. I grabbed Diotima’s arm, in case she fell over when the trireme came alongside the dock.
Delos was an island so small that you could walk around its coast in a day. Yet the long pier that protruded from her warm sands would have done credit to a major naval yard. In addition to being the birthplace of two gods, Delos was also the headquarters of the Delian League, the mutual defense alliance of the Hellenes, and it was here that the League’s treasury was kept. It was perfectly normal for warships to visit, and for Delos to need port facilities that could host a major vessel, such as the one on which we stood.
Paralos was a trireme designed for war, yet kitted out with fittings of gold. Her scrubbed deck shone in the brilliant sun and there were colorful ribbons threaded into the ropes that the sailors used. Her crew, down to the lowest oarsman, could have attended a party without having to change clothes, so fine and gaudy were their outfits. Her captain was one of the most fashionable men in Athens. This was the first time I’d ever been on a warship and felt underdressed.
For Paralos was a very special navy boat. Her task was to carry sacred offerings wherever they needed to go, and to represent Athens on religious occasions wherever an Athenian might properly worship the gods. Paralos might belong to the fleet, but her orders originated with the temples.
It was on temple business that Diotima and I traveled. Every year the Athenians sent expensive offerings to Delos, in honor of the divine twins, Apollo and Artemis. This year, when the lots had been cast to determine which priestess should accompany the offerings, the job had fallen to Diotima, who had been a priestess of Artemis since she was sixteen.
“Stand by to dock,” the steersman called from his position of power by the tiller.
“Oars in,” the port and starboard officers called almost in unison.
The men pulled in oars.
The boat slid alongside so gently that it almost stopped itself.
It was like an elegant show that the crew had done many times before. I had been on serious warships, where each of these maneuvers would have been accompanied by much swearing and roughness. On Paralos, all was serenity. Except for me.
I glanced nervously over my shoulder at the ships lined up behind us. It was a large fleet. Fifty triremes. Fifty serious triremes from Athens, with Pericles at their head. A fleet that size could take on the navy of any other city and expect to win.
The priests and priestesses of Delos would be pleased to see Diotima and the gifts she brought.
They would be less thrilled when they heard what Pericles had to say.
Chapter 2: THE TREASURE
A small reception party waited to greet us: two priests and two priestesses wearing chitons of bright material that reached to their feet and covered their arms. It wasn’t the sort of garb anyone would willingly don on a hot summer day, despite which all four smiled at our arrival. Beside them stood a man who was dressed in faded robes of gray, and with a hood pulled over his head. He carried a long staff, which he did not lean upon, but held like a badge of office. He looked out of place beside the others.
At the head of this group was another man, dressed as colorfully as the priests but older, balding, and with an air of command about him. He smiled broadly as I helped Diotima onto dry land. His smile faltered as Diotima began to walk, or rather waddle, down the pier. The smile fell a little further with every step she took.
“My name is Anaxinos,” he said, when we stopped before him. He spoke politely. “It is my honor to serve as High Priest of the Delian Apollo, and therefore Archon of the Sacred Isle.” He paused, then asked, “Are you the priestess sent by Athens?”
“I am,” Diotima said in a clear voice with a lift of her chin. “My name is Diotima.”
Anaxinos glanced down at her maternal state.
“I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, young lady, but please tell me you won’t be staying with us for long.” He said it kindly, but the message couldn’t be clearer.
“I am somewhat aware of the problem,” Diotima said drily. “I’ve been assured that the dedication of the offerings is a matter of days.”
“That is true,” the High Priest agreed.
“Then there is little chance of . . . er . . . an accident while I am here, and in any case I was chosen by the Goddess.”
Anaxinos raised an eyebrow at that. “Your High Priestess in Athens agreed?”
“She did.”
Diotima described how her name had been drawn from the jar, in the traditional process of casting the lots to select the priestess to accompany the gifts.
“They thought it must be some error, when the lot was drawn with my name upon it,” Diotima admitted. “They threw my name back in. The High Priestess herself shook the jar, very thoroughly, and drew again. When my name emerged a second time, it was decided that such a message from Artemis was impossible to ignore.”
Diotima had told the truth, while neatly glossing over just how controversial her appointment had been. This assignment to accompany the offerings to Delos was a prestigious one. When her name was read the first time there had been gasps from the other priestesses. The women could see the bump beneath Diotima’s clothing and knew what it meant, and they knew better than anyone that it was strictly forbidden for life to begin or end upon the sacred isle. The muttering had been so intense that the result was checked, but there was no doubt about it. For whatever reason, this year the Goddess had chosen Diotima to represent her.
“Your name came out twice?” Anaxinos said. “How very apposite for the divine twins, and as you say, impossible to ignore. Well, we shall make your stay with us as comfortable as possible.” The High Priest turned to me. “You are the lady’s husband?”
It was an easy guess, because it was inconceivable that a woman as respectable as Diotima should travel without her husband.
“I am Nicolaos, son of Sophroniscus,” I said, by way of introduction.
“Just so,” he said, polite but uninterested. “You are welcome.”
The smiles of the priests and priestesses had not faltered during this conversation, but the gray man with the staff stared at Diotima with an odd expression. I guessed he did not like what he saw.
Behind us, the men had begun to unload the sacred offerings. They were particularly rich this year. Golden vessels, cast as household items too good for any house but that of the gods; the finest black figure pottery, which only Athens knows how to make; silver jewelry set in cases crafted by the most skillful artisans; a large portrait of Apollo and Artemis set upon solid board, by the famous painter Stephanos of Vitale; life-size statues of the divine twins, cast in bronze and painted for the utmost realism. For the priests and priestesses who dedicated their lives to honoring Apollo and Artemis, we had brought the finest food that Athens could provide. Amphora after amphora was stacked upon the pier, until I thought the decking must break under the weight: there was the best wine; and olives, for which Athens was famous, grown from the ancient vine that had been planted by Athena herself; fruits and vegetables in preservative; lambs on a tether, and enough of the always popular garos fish sauce to feed a small army.
The smile of Anaxinos returned when he saw these things.
Diotima spoke the formal words that she had been taught back in Athens. “I present to you, priests and priestesses of the Holy Isle, these small symbols of Athenian piety.”
“You are doubly welcome for the gifts you bring,” Anaxinos said.
“And especially for the food,” muttered one of the priests in the background.
The other men and women, even the gray man, nodded in appreciation. It seemed that all was good in the eyes of the holy people.
“My colleagues will escort you to the sanctuary,” Anaxinos said. “The sacred offerings will be installed in one of the treasury rooms, to await their dedication. Rest assured there is no more secure location in all of Hellas; the treasury of the Delian League is kept in the same place. The ceremony is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, to give you time to rest after the journey. We have a guest house prepared for you at the village.”
“That is thoughtful,” Diotima said.
“The village is at the other end of the island, I’m afraid. There’s a rule against living within sight of the sanctuary. We didn’t anticipate a pregnant lady. I’ll order a donkey brought so you don’t have to walk.”
“Thank you.”
I was impressed. The High Priest had everything in hand, and a ready solution for an unexpected problem. This man was a good manager.
He said, “The village is also where the stores are located. I’ll ask your men to take the food and general goods straight there. One of the priests will show them the way.”
“You are well organized,” I commented.
“We do this every year,” he said. “For you, this is perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see the most holy sanctuary in Hellas, the very birthplace of two gods. For us, this is our lifeline to civilization. The quality of what you bring defines our lives for the next year.”
That certainly was a good explanation for the avaricious way the priests and priestesses had inspected the food as it was unloaded.
“Then I hope we have not disappointed you,” I said.
“Athens has never disappointed us.”
I hoped that wasn’t about to change.
Anaxinos looked out to sea, shading his eyes against the glare of the sun, to where the fleet of triremes stood off from the shore. I could tell from the movement of his lips that he was counting.
“Tell me,” he asked, “Are you two young people of importance back in Athens, to have such an escort?”
Diotima looked at me, and I looked at her. Neither of us wanted to deliver the news.
“Uh, not exactly,” I said.
“Those ships are nothing to do with me or my sacred task,” Diotima said flatly.
Anaxinos didn’t seem to notice my wife’s tone. “This is the first time in many years that I have seen so many warships off our island. Not even for meetings of the League do we see so much power assembled. Is Athens at war with someone? Where are they headed?”
The Athenian fleet chose that moment to land. There was only one pier, but that didn’t matter; triremes are designed to be beached wherever the crew can find enough sand. The ships slid onto the beach as they are designed to do. Their crews jumped over the sides to secure the boats with long ropes. This continued all along the sandy coast.
“What in Hades do they think they’re doing?” Anaxinos said. He sounded more incredulous than worried.
One boat didn’t beach like the others. It glided up to the other side of the pier at which Paralos had docked. I happened to know the name of that trireme: Harpy. Paralos and Harpy faced those of us on land, side by side, with only the narrow wooden pier to separate them. Their battering ram prows pointed straight at us.
Product details
- Publisher : Soho Crime; Reprint edition (July 10, 2018)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 352 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1616959487
- ISBN-13 : 978-1616959487
- Item Weight : 6.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5 x 0.9 x 7.5 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #2,053,318 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Gary Corby has long been fascinated by ancient history, finding it more exciting and bizarre than any modern thriller. He’s combined the ancient world with his love of whodunits, to create an historical mystery series set in classical Greece. Gary lives in Sydney, Australia, with his wife and two daughters. He blogs at A Dead Man Fell from the Sky, on all things ancient, Athenian, and mysterious. More information is at GaryCorby.com.
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Only 4 stars because the conclusion becomes chaotic with an Agatha Christie presentation , pirates, and the birth. The identity of the killer becomes secondary to the chaos
Nico is the only private agent in ancient Athens, regularly employed by the city’s state’s elders, who has a sleuthing track record of Olympic-styled victories. With his wife the priestess Diotima (now heavily pregnant but fully functioning, nonetheless), they are in Delos, sacred island and birthplace of the divine twins Apollo and Artemis, one of the holiest places in that pantheon. It’s 454 BC and Diotima has been selected to give this year's annual offering to holy Artemis.
Delos is also home to the military fund kept by the Delian League. That incredibly vast treasury is protected only by the priests and priestess and a small contingent of armed guards (after all, who would dare steal from the gods—surely every Greek and Trojan learned that lesson years ago!).
But things now become more complicated. The legendary popular statesman Pericles arrives with a small army, prepared to take (forcibly) the treasury back to Athens “for safe keeping.” Of course, there is much opposition from the priests. (The Golden Age of Greece has more than one meaning!) Diplomat that he is, Pericles hires Nico to bribe the high priest but before that can be managed, Nico finds (yes, once again) a murder on his hands! (Poor Pericles perhaps had no idea he was creating political pathways for politicians for ages to come!)
Every Greek knows that it is a crime against the gods to die or to be born on the sacred island. Now, thanks to the violence over the treasury, the first blasphemy has been committed. Nico and Diotima are worried that a second crime may now be at hand. Will they get off in time?
While Corby is certainly no Plato or Herodotus or even Sophocles, he still is able to provide a continuation of this very readable series. And it can be read in modern English with no worries about bewaring of Greeks bearing gifts.
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The historical details concerning this Classical Greek period are very well researched and explained by the author in his Author's Note and Glossary, which you can find at the end of the book.
At the beginning of the book you'll find an important list of Actors featuring in this tale, and not to forget a nice map of the Sacred Isle of Delos.
Storytelling is of a very good quality and brought to us with a lot of humour by the author, the storyline is well worked out, and all the characters come splendidly to life within this exciting murder story.
This story is set in the year 454 BC, and it will take our main characters, the fictional Nicolaos, and his wife, the real historical Priestess Diotima, to the Sacred Isle of Delos.
Delos is the home to the military fund of the Delian League, an alliance of city-states that defended and still defends Greece from the Persians, and that treasury is wanted by the real historical charismatic Athenian statesman Pericles, and its he who assigns Nico to try to bribe the leader of the resistance, Geros, so that Pericles finally can take that money back to Athens and safety.
All at once there's the murder of this same man Geros, and Nico must try hard, under the lead of his heavy pregnant wife Diotima, who's appointed as lead investigator by Anaxinos, the head-priest of Delos, to solve this murder, and what will follow is a mystery with quite a few twists and turns, and certainly with unexpected developments, that will finally end with a very surprising verdict for Diotima and Nico to bring to all at the Island of Delos.
Highly recommended, for this is an Ancient Greek mystery series at its best, and that's why I call this book: "A Very Enjoyable Historical Greek Mystery"!
It looks like Corby was thinking about an 8th novel. I wonder what happened, as this was the last in the series.
Highly recommended.