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Chapters (60)
  1. Note to Readers
  2. Dedication
  3. Discover the Series You Can’t Put Down …
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. About the Author
  59. Other Books By
  60. About the Publisher

‘Except Alexander wasn’t about to let that beat him so easily. He supplemented his dwindling forces with mercenary troops from Greece and Macedonia, holed up in his fort at Alexandria Eschate and got ready for a long war. The fighting got more and more brutal. But it wasn’t the kind of fighting that his armies had ever been used to before. Just like the British, Russian and American invaders of the future this style of war of attrition threw them off balance and soon made their position desperate.’

‘Which is when it starts to get really nasty,’ Ben said.

‘No kidding. As the warlords went on playing their hit-and-run games Alexander went on a full-on rampage, razing towns and cities to the ground everywhere he went, killing everyone in them, sparing nobody. While in the past he’d always treated the subjects of other parts of his empire with at least some respect for their ways and traditions, his feelings against the Afghans turned to hate and he vowed to wipe them out completely, like an act of genocide. Not all of it was about open battle – he also made full use of spies and traitors in the enemy camp. According to one ancient account, the wife of a Bactrian warlord called Spitamenes cut off her husband’s head while he slept and brought it to Alexander as a peace offering.’

‘Remind me never to get married after all,’ Wolf said.

‘Nobody would do that to you, babe,’ Madison replied with a sweet smile. ‘You’re a pussycat next to these guys.’

‘Want a bet?’ Wolf said, stung by the accusation.

‘Anyhow, Alexander wasn’t interested in peace. He became even more cruel and obsessive, hunting down his enemies, burning and slaughtering indiscriminately. It was total war, beyond anything anyone had ever seen before. It didn’t matter if the tribes were hostile or not, he massacred them anyway. Like the “friendly fire” incidents’ – Madison made rabbit ears with her fingers – ‘in modern times when US troops killed groups of Afghan children, and before that the campaigns of bombing villages and destroying farms and crops that the Soviets carried out in the 1980s. Russian soldiers were even ordered to slaughter horses, dogs and cats. The Soviet press labelled the Afghans as bandits, outlaws, insurgents and terrorists, just like Alexander had done, just like we did later on with our so-called war on terror.’

‘This is a really depressing story,’ Wolf said. ‘I thought we were getting a history lesson.’

‘There is no history,’ Madison said. ‘Not in the way people tend to understand it, as something that’s gone and behind us. The record of the past is only there to help us understand what’s happening now, and will go on happening in the future. The end result is always the same.’

‘And the end result for Alexander?’ Ben asked.