Daughter of Sand and Stone
When Zenobia takes keep watch over of her personal destiny, will the gods punish her audacity?
Zenobia, the proud daughter of a Syrian sheikh, refuses to marry opposed to her will. She won’t undergo a life of subservience. while her father dies, she units out on her personal, pursuing the facility she believes to be her birthright, dreaming of the Roman Empire’s downfall and her ascendance to the throne.
Defying her relations, Zenobia arranges her personal marriage to the main influential guy within the urban of Palmyra. yet their union is whatever yet peaceful—his different spouse begrudges the wedding and the delivery of Zenobia’s son, and Zenobia reveals herself ever extra attracted to her guardsman, Zabdas. As conflict breaks out, she’s confronted with negative choices.
From the decadent halls of Rome to the golden sands of Egypt, Zenobia fights for energy, for romance, and for her son. yet will her hubris draw the wrath of the gods? Will she examine a “woman’s place,” or can she ultimately stake her declare as Empress of the East?
to maintain her personal assistance. it's a ability she realized early. Her mom were a real dukṧiṧ of Eran—a lady of serious standing—a prized jewel within the courtroom of her cousin, the king, and Fairuza had served as her mother’s handmaid. even if her mom was once attractive and sort, as a small baby Fairuza had resented the paintings. She may particularly were outdoor within the gardens, twiddling with the opposite little girls—not ready on her mother’s wishes whereas the good males of King Ardashir’s court docket, and their.
Loneliness? This craving for a guy in her mattress, for hands round her, for the proximity of hot flesh? what's this sorrow, this information that she is going to by no means see Zabbai back or pay attention him chuckle as he rides his camel down the slope towards the Orontes? She may spit it out, if she might. The flavor of this entire tangle of loss and absence and sharp wish is as sour because the pith of a lemon. She wishes anything to make her fail to remember Zabbai—to fail to remember Zabibah left undefended in a harsh, bristling international.
With a smear of soppy white cheese. Aurelian, certainly, she tells herself. Within weeks of taking Alexandria, the 1st letter had come from the final of Caesar’s armies. Why this Aurelian may still take pains to write down to her at the emperor’s behalf, Zenobia can't say. yet as they’ve exchanged those salvos on papyrus—Zenobia by no means wavering in her calls for for an empire, Aurelian giving no longer one foot of ground—she has come to benefit from the general’s saucy notes. He, on my own between all Romans, isn't any.
Her breath. This is her final stand, he realizes. Her ultimate achieve for her destiny—for what she believes is her future. If the gods don't stretch out their fingers to capture her, Zenobia will now fall. there is not any different attainable end result. She has performed it boldly, Zabdas understands. She has made her statement in no doubtful phrases. no matter what else the realm may well say of Zenobia bat-Zabbai, nobody will ever have the ability to name her a coward. “Well,” Zabdas says flippantly, “it turns out you're empress.”.
trip, guilt has assailed her approximately up to worry. She hates the idea of utilizing Zabdas as a decoy. If Rome is mendacity in look ahead to Zenobia, they're going to definitely assault her forces with breathtaking ferocity. Zabdas is a fighter beneficial of any foe, however it turns out dreadful that he should still draw Rome’s eye and suppose all of the threat, whereas Zenobia rides unfastened. What if he's killed? She has requested herself that bad query 1000 occasions due to the fact leaving Alexandria. She has chanted it inside of her.