William J. Miller

“Or in the words of Tennyson: There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O, earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.””

“AUTHOR’S NOTE The First Assassin is a work of fiction, and specifically a work of historical fiction”