The Fury Desert
The largest country on Tuith bears no road, and no army has crossed it twice.
The largest country on Tuith bears no road, and no army has crossed it twice.
The smell of woodsmoke woke him. He lay on his mat and watched the light move on the wall — a pale bar across the clay, sharp-edged, climbing slow. Past sunrise.
A droning hum spiralled—and inside the vibration, the rhythmic tread of thirty thousand men.