Exiles on the run. Divine rulers fighting to control the desert’s elements. Dead people secretly walking the sands in search of redemption…
Sand of Bone is the first of two (maybe three…?) novels set in the desert world of SheyKhala. A new chapter will be posted every Thursday until the novel’s publication in the summer of 2013. My apologies for the delay on this posting; sometimes life goes sideways.
To start with Chapter 1, click here.
Raskah had barely sent his discreet courier—bearing his latest commands to the commander in Ebon Stronghold—out a side passage to avoid being seen when word came that a pair of Blades had returned from their desert foray. Iron rod in hand, he swept down the stairs before sharing the news with his bloodkin. Both Blades, still dusty from travel and smelling of horse, knelt when he entered the audience chamber beside Court. Blade Hita rose first; she’d been a member of Raskah’s cadre long enough grow comfortable.
“You may go,” Raskah told her. “I’ll hear the report from Riner.”
He smiled at Hita’s confusion, and the embarrassment that pinked her cheeks. If she was to be paired with the newest recruit to his cadre, she’d best remember to set a more respectful example.
Blade Riner didn’t rise—didn’t even raise his head—until Hita the clatter of her iron-edged boots faded, and Raskah said his name. The Blade looked up and met his gaze directly. It was how the man balanced deference with confidence that pleased Raskah.