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After exacting his revenge on his ex-wife, Sandy flees the dark forces pursuing him and goes underground, working as a volunteer at a Parisian soup kitchen. Here he refinds spiritual direction in his life, converts to Islam, and falls in love with the beautiful Hurriya - a Moroccan medical student. He follows her back to her native Morocco in the hope of winning her hand in marriage. Sandy must come to grips with the local customs and superstitions: miraculous water, djinns, polygamy... and witchcraft!
"Coaxing the reader through the eye of the needle into a realm of Moroccan life and lives, One More Arabian Night is a thoughtful and thought-provoking story that leaves one changed in a deep down way – as all the best stories manage to do."
TAHIR SHAH, author of The Caliph's House
"What a pleasure to follow Sandy once again in his strange, colourful adventures. Andrew Cairns offers us a second novel at times funny, at times disturbing, but constantly captivating."
ISABELLE RICHAUD, author of Reflections on a sustainable society: Humanity in the mirror
ANDREW CAIRNS is a Scot, living in the suburbs of Paris with his wife and two daughters. His travels in North Africa inspired this book, the second in The Witch's List trilogy.
Has acheived a decent average rating on amazon.com 3.6/5 stars.
Rocky, my ex-wife, had sacrificed our child to the devil for her own personal gain. She had to die!
Deep in the heart of the Black Forest, I eventually found the place. It was a massive domain, consisting of an imposing mansion, various out-houses, and acres of gardens, all surrounded by a ten foot wall topped with spikes and video cameras. To complete the stereotypical rich people's residence it was patrolled by two Rottweilers and two black-clad security guards.
As I walked past on the other side of the road, taking a discrete look to check the place out, the dogs snarled at me from behind the huge forged iron gates — apparently the property's sole entrance.How could I even get into the place, never mind manage to launch an attack on Rocky and her evil partner?
I hid in the trees opposite the gate, far enough away so that the dogs couldn't smell me, but close enough to see any signs of activity. Nothing happened for three hours, and the sky was blackening. I didn't fancy hanging around in dark and was about to leave, when suddenly the gate opened and one of the guards came out. Had they spotted me? My heart thumping, I crouched down behind the biggest tree I could see. When I took another sneak peek, I was relieved to see that he'd just positioned himself at one of the gateposts, standing to attention and surveying the road, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
Sure enough, five minutes later a big black limousine with tinted windows arrived and drove straight into the property, not even slowing to acknowledge the guard. Once the car had passed, the guard quickly scanned the road before stepping back inside, and the gates immediately swung closed behind him.
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Already translated.
Translated by Françoise Chardonnier
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