The King's Horse (Shioni Of Sheba Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Shioni shucked her tunic and waded into the river. The cool water was wonderful on her hot, throbbing ankle. A golden line of sunshine was slowly sliding down the escarpment, turning it into a fairyland of dagger-like spires of rock, dark, yawning cave entrances like a ragged line of hungry mouths, and highlighting the long-fronded ferns that hung from every conceivable crevice right up the side of that near-vertical cliff face. The riverine birdsong had reached a deafening pitch. Just a stone’s throw downriver, she could see a goliath heron fishing in the shallows. The huge bird was her own height–one of many new varieties Tariku had taught her to identify the previous evening on their way downriver. As she watched, it snapped up a small tilapia and tossed the silvery scrap down its gullet. Shioni decided she was rather grateful a bird that size was minding its own business. Dawn was her favourite time of day. She could hardly believe she did not miss the ruddy walls of Castle Asmat at all.
What do You think about The King's Horse (Shioni Of Sheba Book 2)?
