Skriuwer. com: The History of Byzantine Empire, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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Byzantium kicked off in the shadow of Rome's corpse, Constantine slapping his cross on the shields and dubbing a Greek backwater New Rome-Constantinople, the city on seven hills that hoarded the East's gold. Justinian bulled through reconquests, his Belisarius snatching Africa and Italy back while Theodora's ghost from the racetrack clawed her way to co-empress, scandals be damned. Architects threw up Hagia Sophia like a middle finger to earthquakes, its dome a golden yawn over liturgies that blended Greek philosophy with holy fire, all while Persian arrows whistled and Avars probed the walls.

It was an empire of ink and iron, where emperors blinded brothers and silk worms spun fortunes under monastery locks. Eunuchs pulled strings from the shadows-Narses the general, Basil the bookworm-while icon-smashers torched holy faces in civil wars that left monasteries smoking and peasants picking sides like bad bets. The Varangians lumbered in as hired muscle, blond bruisers bartering axes for Byzantine bling, guarding the porphyry birth-chamber where caesars got their purple dye. Trade caravans choked the forums with spices and slaves, but heresy hunts and tax squeezes brewed revolts, from Bulgarian butchers to Arab caliphs chipping at the edges like termites on teak.

Then the West stabbed back: Fourth Crusade knights, bankrolled by Venetian doges, sacked the city they swore to save, looting relics and ripping the empire's seams till Mehmed's cannons boomed in '53, turning the last basileus into a headless footnote. Reborn as Istanbul's underlayer, Byzantium's bones poke through-mosaics under minarets, laws in our ledgers- a reminder that empires don't fall quiet; they echo in the bazaar's haggling and the Bosphorus' chop. This book's your smuggled scroll through the splendor and the stink.