Month: January 2015

THE BEQUEST

PROLOGUE When he dreams, it’s always of the desert. Of the sun, baking him slowly and turning his skin into blistered rawhide.  Of the wind, scouring his flesh as effectively as steel wool.  Of the sand, encrusting his skin so deeply he knows it is possible to drown in a pool of miniscule golden grains. …

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