Sumeyya cannot mourn her recently martyred father. Not only did he surrender the magic jewel keeping their homeland veiled, but he also arranged her marriage to a Viking King.
To protect her people, she agrees to the far-away union and to traveling there under the protection of the king’s adopted son. Through the forest of wolves, the veldt of spies, and the Mediterranean’s shores, love blossoms between them.
But hate’s roots are spreading and if Sumeyya heeds her heart, then she must also learn to channel the jewel’s magic—before crusaders find those she’s meant to keep hidden.
TRISTAN & ISOLDE meets WE HUNT THE FLAME in Moorish Spain
Wadieh means Clarity, named so for the fog enclosing my homeland. Unlike the substance of dreams or the weather phenomenon, ours is a gleaming mist that murmurs softly. It helps us to know lies from truths, myth from reality.
I used to think if I could get through it, go deep enough, it’d settle, and that there, at its end, would be a world other than here. But no matter how far I delved, how daring or brave the thoughts I spurred myself on with, I was deceived. The fog has always been a trickster. He laughed at me, or the ghosts of my ancestors did, for when the cloudiness thinned and the voices dimmed, I ended up right back where I started.
No, there is only one way out of Wadieh and the fog isn’t it.
Still, it cloaks me now. When Abu finishes with the Blacksmith, I will make my plea. My father will say the dangers are unfathomable, that I wasn’t witness to the horrors the Vikings visited on the shores of Al-Andalus. But I will insist.
Convince him to take me when he goes.