Strange Gods, Strange Men

Only sometimes, when the rain was falling or the gray mist hung thick among the trees, did he remember...

... blue seas and a blue sky of a kind never seen in these cold northlands. And green, green marshes, and the thick smells of the delta marshes and black Nile mud, and Alexandria glowing white under a sun that baked to the bones. Alexandria. The name itself sang of legends -- Joseph and Moses and Pharoah; statues that sang at dawn; and pyramids said to be as big as mountains and maybe full of gold.

And there he had learned how legends looked when they were half-tumbled into ruins.

Join award-winning author Margaret Frazer in the sweltering deserts of medieval Egypt, where the swirling dust of history wraps man and god alike in a legacy of endless blood.