The Last Prince Of Dahaar (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
He pulled on his sweatpants and walked to the veranda of his new suite. The sky was gray, with dawn’s first light still a little while away. But he could see the hubbub of activity that had begun near the helipad in the grounds behind the palace. The cold air chafed his bare chest and face, settling deep into his pores. But he couldn’t move. Ground lights illuminated the path, while the lights of buggies used to transport luggage lit the path to the helipad. One week, all he had to do was to spend one week in the clutches of the desert, in the very place where they had been attacked, where he had seen his brother and sister fall. Fear fisted his stomach with cold, hard fingers, choking his breath. He gripped the metal balustrade with tight knuckles, reminding himself to breathe through it. It was just his mind playing tricks on him. But nothing helped. Instead of fighting it, he gave in to the shivers quaking through him and slid to the ground.
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