Only sometimes, when the rain was falling or the gray mist hung thick among the trees, did he remember...
...
blue seas and a blue sky of a kind never seen in these cold northlands.
And green, green marshes, and the thick smells of the delta marshes and
black Nile mud, and Alexandria glowing white under a sun that baked to
the bones. Alexandria. The name itself sang of legends -- Joseph and
Moses and Pharoah; statues that sang at dawn; and pyramids said to be
as big as mountains and maybe full of gold.
And there he had learned how legends looked when they were half-tumbled into ruins.
Join
award-winning author Margaret Frazer in the sweltering deserts of
medieval Egypt, where the swirling dust of history wraps man and god
alike in a legacy of endless blood.
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