Fantasy

They took his tongue, and with it, his song and his sorcery. They threw him to the lions, expecting him to die.    Mauled, multilated, and bereft of magic, Arn survives. A prisoner in Aquila, the northern skáld has lost all his powers. But a felled tree can regrow. A destroyed house can be rebuilt. A broken man can be made whole.
    The method is forbidden magic, and the price is life's blood. With each death by his hand, Arn will claw his powers back, little by little. Unwittingly, his new masters will aid him in his endeavour, as they have but one use for him, same as before...
    The arena.
    >i>If the sound of Norse progression fantasy in a Roman setting sounds intriguing, read on!>/i>