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Set in a place that is reminiscent of ancient Arabia - Sultana chronicles the turbulent adventures and sexual intrigue in an ancient kingdom, ruled by a powerful, ruthless and beautiful woman. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Apr 10, 2014    Reads: 245    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   

Younos had completed all formalities at court, and knew that the Sultana had asked for him. She was preoccupied for the moment with affairs of the kingdom, but he had an appointment with her later in the day. In the meanwhile, his mind turned back to his explorations of the palace labyrinths. His mind would never stay still, so he slunk out of the royal scribe's office and disappeared into a dark corridor that led into the labyrinth. This time he would try to see if he could get closer to the princesses' quarters. Mayhap something that would excite his fancies would be sighted.


General Mohal knelt down on one knee. Something akin to a vast abyss of velvet black stretched out in front of him, and yet he was inside his quarters. His eyes were on the floor. For all his ambition and arrogance, in the presence of this being he was terrified, and according to the ancient legends, he knew he must not look up.

A voice that sounded like pregnant clouds rolling against one another crashed out of that abyss and instructed him. He nodded, while staying penitent.


Her name was Nadia and her friend's name was Nadira. They weren't sisters, but they may as well have been. They looked very different. She was light skinned, as if her Arab ancestors had actually been Teutonic barbarians. Nadira was colored like light caramel, as native an Arab color as there ever was. But they were so alike in behavior, and their names were so alike, that people often wondered if they were one mind. Yet she had survived and her friend had succumbed.

The general's unceasing cruelties had broken her friend's spirit. Her body had been bruised and battered, but it was when she had given up in her mind that the general's usual asphyxiation game had claimed her life.

Nadia was kneeling down, bleeding, dirty, with pain and soreness and anger pervading every pore. The general Mohal's sexual games became darker each night, and she knew that she had to escape.

She touched the earth, and uttered a prayer. The nourishing earth was a mother, after all. She asked for only one request. One very vengeful request. She felt the spirit of her late friend in the air. She smiled, and asked her friend's spirit to witness her terrible prayer to the earth mother.


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