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The black-faced slob who led the troops of the Saracens in Alexandria was seated cross-legged on a rug, eating a bowlful of dry rice. He squinted at Ramizail where she stood, defiant and tear-stained,
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The black-faced slob who led the troops of the Saracens in Alexandria was seated cross-legged on a rug, eating a bowlful of dry rice. He squinted at Ramizail where she stood, defiant and tear-stained,
They stood together in Mufaddal's private chamber. The spell of immobility had been transferred to the dark-faced …
Godwin the gorilla sighed. He had never uttered a more fervent and thankful sound in all his life. "Mihrjan,"…
Godwin looked up from his wound-cleansing. He had had a glimpse of a gray shape scuttling across a field of crimson fla…
"Well," said Mufaddal, who was eating a hard-boiled egg in a sloppy manner, "did you get to the barracks…
Godwin the gorilla bethought himself of the four men remaining under the sail. He turned about and saw the fire, which …
The Mamelukes were stunned. To say this is an understatement. They were shaken, terrified, horror-struck, and a thousan…
Godwin was a strong swimmer, and the body he now inhabited was as muscular as any in the world. After swallowing a pint…
Heraj opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He had the grandfather of all headaches. He attempted to recall the sp…
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