The path took Sarn through deep valleys down to the sea, then up a steep, rocky path nearly washed out by recent storms, forcing him to dismount until the trail leveled out and became more stable. The track soon turned back eastward, wending through the foothills. Sarn stopped near a flowering acacia tree at the edge of a small stream. He pulled the saddle off his horse and let her roam in search of grass and water.
Sarn retrieved dried meat and hard bread from his pack and, leaning back against the tree, he let his thoughts wander on another path—the dark, dangerous road of his past that had brought him to this place. He thought of his father and his father's gift to him. His father was dead by now, but Barrani had given Sarn a glimmer of hope before the end. Skirting the edge of real emotion, Sarn allowed himself this moment of quiet reflection.
In time, Sarn lifted his pack, re-saddled his horse, and resumed his journey home.
He was ready.
JE LEEST
Arabesque
FantasyA brutal assassin, a drug-addicted spy, and a vengeful widow are embroiled in a potentially world-shaking conspiracy. A fantasy thriller that has echoes of both A Game of Thrones and The Da Vinci Code, Arabesque races across the brilliant white sand...
