https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/Historical epic saga of heroic fantasy, this historical fiction of Europe tells the story of the Indo-Europeans, the ancestors of the nations of Europe, western Asia, the Americas and Oceania. This saga takes place in Europe at the crossroads prehistory and history as civilization dawns. A group of clans living in Eastern Europe shares common institutions, language, mythologies and political systems. The story of these, the forefathers of European nations, of India, Iran as well as the Anglo-Saxon and Latin world, lays the very foundations of Western civilization. Dawn tells the story of this crucial period where their peoples scattered and dispersed. Discover here in this epic historical fiction the ancestors of great nations and the roots of modern civilization. Marc Galan, novelist and art critic, brings this never-before told story to life through vivid imagery and contemporary, innovative writing. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/506885The day of his acclamation came. The priests preferred to ignore it, leaving the royal city to armed soldiers in their scorn. The chief would take his oath before his warriors and them alone. The sky roared, and lightning gleamed, lighting up the grey clouds from which rain never seemed to fall....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/506637Finally, his perseverance paid off. The healer administered the remedy to his wife over several days. At first, she had believed she was dying, so bitter on the tongue was the potion. But the spirit had left her, and almost immediately she began to fatten. At last did the young man dare to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/506465Her voice broke through his thoughts. Her father, she declared, was obliged to offer her to the young man in marriage. The gods had revealed it. And at the price of the loss of her precious gift, they would grant them many sons. His father, relieved beyond words, and the young man, captivated by...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/506227"I tell you truthfully. The gods spoke to me this night. From this man's loins will a kingly people spring forth. His clan will be a glorious clan, one that runs as the winged horse. Sons of his sons will reign over all lands." Her gauntness indeed proved the presence of a spirit devouring her...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/506026He fell asleep, his soul at peace, the flap of his tent open. The Brilliant shed its rays upon his face creating a luminous halo, a blurred nimbus of a divine strength. When the sun veils its face, men should sleep. None should have beheld him. But the gods had decided differently; his silent...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/505863He was a clan -- a clan without name -- unto himself. But this could not last. The great warrior had helped him take his vengeance. He could give up his independence and follow him. What would he do otherwise, alone and without an ally? Without an ally! Was he so sure? Didn't those who had...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/505658The red blades of the swords carved the enemy's hostile flesh indiscriminately, making bloody openings until finally the very ones who had annihilated the clan of the young warrior begged him for mercy. But alas, their pleas fell on deaf ears, for even had he understood them, their supplications...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/505437They pressed on at full speed, only slowing to let the horses regain their breath, as the enemy lingered not in their flight. But what matter? Burdened by their wagons, they could only go so fast; the avengers would not be long in catching up. Less than two days had passed between the moment...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/505210The rallied arrived in small groups. They closed their eyes before the heap of broken bodies, filling their nostrils with the honeyed scent of death. Their spirits rose up in indignation. Once in the camp, their nausea having passed, only this indignation and the desire to avenge this massacre...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Dawn_by_MarcGalan/504976They set out, the boy leading them. He had forgotten nothing of the trail. He went straight, never once straying, letting them make their marks as they went along until they arrived at the field where the massacre had taken place -- that windbreak wood that had become a cutthroat wood. He had not...