By: Wayne Chambliss

“The gates of hell are open night and day…”

By: Wayne Chambliss

Narses was no fool. Nor was he inclined to suffer them.

By: Wayne Chambliss

A deep dive into Lago Lucrino.

By: Wayne Chambliss

“And sweet it is to wreck in such a sea.”

By: Wayne Chambliss

“The fruit of my womb was the sun.”

By: Wayne Chambliss

Coo-oo-ool Herc

By: Wayne Chambliss

Did Caracalla break off the god king’s golden nose?

By: Wayne Chambliss

The Feast of San Gennaro — today!

By: Wayne Chambliss

A box, which is now filled — matryoshka-style — with many, many fetishes.

By: Wayne Chambliss

Wayne Chambliss on THE RIDE-ALONG

By: Wayne Chambliss

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