Two religions have waged war for centuries. While the Khalifate controls the Bronze City, forcing the Followers into exile for over two hundred years, the Followers have found a questionable ally capable of turning the tables. These are the tales of three souls navigating the era the Sands of G'desh drown in blood.
Kessem, a young warrior is demoted to scholar. However, numerous players in a larger game use him as a chess piece. His loyalty and sense of what is right will be tested regularly as he struggles to give his family the best life possible.
The teenager Dameneh pines for a woman who left his tiny oasis two years ago. However, at sixteen he is chosen by the One to become a holy warrior. Now he must take on the life of a nomad and along with the unwanted responsibilities of fate.
Azasheer is a mysterious assassin capable of wielding fire as a weapon. He works for money, caring little about the tyrannical Khalifate or the struggling rebels. As he continues his work, taking numerous contracts from the rebels, he starts to wonder if there is more to life than money.
Meanwhile, a mysterious northern empire makes its first of many moves to subjugate an entire content to its will. G'desh only sees the first fleeting glimpse of a greater war.
These are the tales of the Desert of G'desh, the first volume in the Scrolls of Chaos and Order.
A Sand Rat and an Alchemist
Over a dozen stone snakes, massive pillars whittled down by wind and sand, reached up to the blue heavens as if trying to shed skins of sand, though they could never seem to break free of the desert. Despite the snakes' imprisonment, Kessem was relieved to reach the protection of the serpentine landmarks which marked the underground city of Lake Zhurid. He squeezed between tight formations until he found the Pillar of Hab. At the base of the Pillar was an eternal shadow, no matter how the sunlight reached down to illuminate the gaps. The obfuscated crevice came up to Kessem's knees, and any desert-dweller would know it the perfect pit for venomous dune runners. Kessem slid through feet first, gravel scratching at his legs as the skirt of his tunic shifted higher. Damp, cool air soothed the scrapes until hands grabbed his ankles. His back raked against stone until he dropped four feet, landing hard on his tailbone. A shock shot up his spine, and he grimaced. When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, three spears were poised to strike. “Identify yourself,” a man said. “Sand Sergeant Kessem of the Kindled Battalion, under the command of Sand Lieutenant Bashar. I come with news of our battles
with the Khalifate.” Iron-tipped spears rattled but remained focused. Kessem sighed and muttered, “My sheep were lost, and a viper consumed them and slithered in here. I followed because the One called out to me, and you caught me.” He rolled his eyes up to them and waited patiently. The men eased the spears, placing the butts into the sand. One man offered a hand. “Can't be too careful. There are rumors the djinn are stealing the faces of men. Say they work for the Khalifat, at that.” “I bet they'd stick our women and create an army of demons to replace our get. No doubt, the rumors are true. It would seem the men down here suckle at their wife's breasts so long they start believing the gossip and tales.” “Do you dishonor my wife?” The soldier to the left stepped forward, jaw set and his spear lifted.
With the experiences of mission trips to Guatemala, international travel, a Tough Mudder, teaching in Kentucky and Wisconsin, and a few forced experiences out in mother nature, Paul R. Davis seeks to put the excitement of life in his books, inspiring others to seek adventure.