What strings control a puppet?
Endless questions faced Morgan and her company of adventures, and every revelation only served to raise more.
Free of the dark Labyrinth now she faces the endless daylight of the magical desert.
The mage tower and the answers held within await.
Can Morgan unravel the secrets of her past or will she become one more victim of the sins of her father?
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Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / EpicI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
The journey across the shifting sands was anything but a march. Each step was a struggle. Morgan needed her staff as a walking stick to make sure she stayed upright. Every grinding step, the sand swallowed her feet, threatening to trip her up. Walking in the sand was worse than struggling through knee-deep water. A fine grit covered her body, filling every crease of skin and rubbing her flesh raw at the joints.
“The desert will fight your travels,” Dorfeus warned them before they set out.
No kidding, Morgan thought to herself.
Memories became her happy place, somewhere she could forget the aches and pains of the uncompromising trail.
At the time, the warning meant little to Morgan. After escaping the Labyrinth and ignorant of the trials ahead, she looked forward to the never-ending sun, the warmth, and wide-open spaces. Naivety and ignorance came back to haunt her.
Like underground, she had no way of measuring time. Worse yet, her company was broken.
They struggled forward until they could go no further, then took a break. There was no escape from the heat or brilliant light beating down on them.
Each now wore a tan kaftan, provided by Dorfeus. Covered head to toe against the unrelenting sun, a stranger might find it difficult to tell one from the other. Without the coverings, Morgan assumed they would not have made it this far.
Tuck must be miserable. Born under the earth and covered in heavy plates made of shell, the female must be dying from the heat. She stood a head taller than all the others. Her massive shoulders threatened to tear out of the flowing robes. She and the strange pack-bird La’nora marched over the wasteland, decidedly out of place but without a complaint. There was little complaint from anyone. Morgan doubted they had the strength.
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