The Nero Trilogy by Conn Iggulden 3 Books Collection Set - Fiction - Paperback/Hardback

Titles in this Set: 1. Nero 2. Tyrant 3. Inferno (Hardback) Description: Nero Ancient Rome, AD 37 The fate of a dynasty hangs in the balance. Into this fevered forum, Agrippina, granddaughter of Emperor Augustus, gives birth to a son: Nero. Imperial blood courses through their veins but will offer no protection. If they are to survive amongst tyrants, they must learn to walk a razor's edge. Agrippina knows all too well that darkness and power plays of Machiavellian proportions lie at the empire's shadowy heart. She faces soldiers, senators, rivals, silver-tongued pretenders, each vying for position. But even in her darkest moments, Agrippina sees the glint of opportunity. She will shape this boy into Rome itself - the one all must kneel before. But first, mother and son must survive . . . Tyrant Ancient Rome, AD 50 The boy Nero lives. His mother Agrippina has married her way to power, tangling the Emperor Claudius in her skirts. The emperor may have a son and heir of his own, but Agrippina sees no obstacles to her ambition. Rome is a path through a marsh, lit by torches. Those who walk it are always one step from disaster – and the road itself is treacherous, slippery with blood. Claudius may have the world at his feet, but he has Agrippina in his bed. Inferno (Hardback) AD 60. Nero Claudius Caesar is Emperor. He is feared for his temper. He is known to be intoxicated by the power he wields. And why not? The Roman Empire stretches from the wilds of Britain to the deserts of Parthia. Nero is god of all he surveys. Yet dangerous traitors lie close at hand. Generals commanding legions. Senators whispering in corridors. The people cheer in the circus – but curse him in the streets. As word of Nero’s cruelties and corruption spreads, they spark trouble in the north – Queen Boudicca revolts – and the ever unruly Gauls rebel. Nero's empire is aflame. Rome – his city – is a tinderbox. Perhaps it is time for a cleansing fire. But no one, not even an emperor, can escape its touch . . .