After serving four emperors in one year, Logos falls in with Rome’s finest gladiators: Stavros the Goat of Thesaly, Fiscus the Scrotum Ripper, Spanish Fly, and the famed gladiatrix Pelvia the Thighmasher.

It’s 69 A.D., the maddest of times, the year of the four emperors, and chef Logos is dragged into the conflagration. In tow are the divinely delusional Caligula now manifesting as Mithra, the God of Soldiers and the serenely deranged Lady Labia basking in her bare breasted allure as Bellona, the Goddess of War. But it falls to Logos and his wife Tatiana to navigate a path littered with ample opportunities for oblivion.

Hurled back to Rome, Logos is compelled to concoct a sumptuous feast on a budget that would not sate an anorexic maggot. He learns his young son has been drafted as Caligula’s junior self – the godlet Mithra Minor. To prevent a fierce battle, Logos summons his capacious storehouse of guile and duplicity but ends up in accidental command of two, fully brain-besotted, Roman legions. He crafts a cunning culinary confection as a sweet messenger of peace between contending emperors and then tops himself with two massive cake statues that rival the Colossus of Rhodes. With death a mere gladius stroke away, Logos finds himself surrounded by Rome’s fiercest gladiators as the Circus Maximus mob waits for the latest emperor to “Let the games begin.”

The Logos epic “trilogy” comes to a monumental conclusion as you learn just who really designed the Colliseum of Rome.