Here's the opening paragraph of my novel, "Calvus":

JERUSALEM, JUDEA 15:00 HRS, FRIDAY, APRIL 7, AD 30

Gliding with a grace reserved for angels a lone steppe eagle crossed out of the Kidron Valley and continued his journey north-west – a southerly breeze, the calm exhalation of an invisible gentle giant, helped him on his way. The afternoon sun spilt a hint of sheen onto the dark brown plumes of his outstretched wings and it was as though he knew there was an air of majesty about him. He’d been searching for food, a task really beneath his station, when instinct told him there may be some ahead for he’d been here before. But as he crossed the south-eastern walls of the city his senses sharpened as if to remind him that cities can harbour danger as well as sustenance. There was something different about the place this time – strange, eerie, which encouraged him to keep moving, to continue his search for food elsewhere. Suddenly the clear blue sky darkened, the breeze freshened and warmed metamorphosing into a hot wind, he felt himself being whipped by thousands of minute particles of sand. Passing over the north-western walls he saw some high ground. He knew this place too – it was less crowded, less noisy and there were some poles where he’d rested in the past – he could wait here until the sand-storm passed. As he glided downwards towards the poles instinct kicked in again and he quickly veered away. Now he sensed danger but at the same time he was driven by morbid curiosity. He found a tree away from all the activity and he settled there – soon the storm would pass and he could continue his hunt for food. In the meantime he would remain vigilant, placing more trust in his instinct than in those he saw below.

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