The Cobra & The Concubine (Khamsin Warriors Of The Wind) - Plot & Excerpts
Kenneth watched intensely as digging commenced to find the secret chamber he and de Morgan knew must exist within these ancient walls. Suffocating heat drenched the workers with sweat, which trickled down their temples as they scraped the earth. A stifling odor of bat droppings, dust and age layered the air, but it could not overpower the smell of tense excitement, sharp as Lebanon cedar shavings. Workers piled debris into a small mound. Clad in Egyptian dress, her head covered with a blue scarf, Badra sat on a stool sketching the scene as Elizabeth had taught her. Her artistic gifts sprang to life in brilliant hues captured on her paper. She abandoned her work, stood, gave a sinuous stretch and paced. Kenneth quietly watched her instead of the diggers. Beautiful Badra, taunting him with her lithe grace. Teasing him to madness with her seductiveness in his library, just to satisfy her curiosity, then calling for him to stop. Suddenly she screamed, the sound echoing through the chamber.
What do You think about The Cobra & The Concubine (Khamsin Warriors Of The Wind)?
