Arabian Nights With A Rake (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
On the nearing horizon, the flickering of torch lights illuminated a massive array of tents, a Bedouin village rising from the sands. The faint sounds of music and laughter beckoned welcomingly across the distance. He took another deep breath and closed his eyes in satisfaction. Beside him, Crispin Ramsden’s horse shifted on the sands. “Do you smell what I smell?” Alex exhaled almost reverently. God, he loved the desert. Out here, he was free. “Trouble?” Crispin gave a low chuckle. “Women.” “Is there a difference?” They laughed together in the rising darkness, spurring their horses forward, both of them eager to arrive at the encampment now that the journey was nearly done. Algiers, with its narrow streets and smells of fish and coffee, was two days behind them, the edge of the desert before them. “You can’t really smell them at this distance.” Crispin challenged good-naturedly, pulling his horse alongside. “Can’t you?” Alex couldn’t resist the gibe. He smiled.
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