The Tuareg
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"The Tuareg: Blue Man of the Sahara" by George DiGuido set to release on June 20th is a sweepingly romantic historical adventure set against a background of the African Slave Trade.
Diligently researched and poetically written, The Tuareg sweeps you into a world of abolitionists, shipwrecks, slave ships, camel caravans, desert raids, harems, and the 1830 invasion of Algiers by France's armed forces.
Excerpt:
At first light a lone rider spotted a speck of white far off on the desert floor; instinct whispered it was human; premonition told him it was alive. Seeing airborne vultures the rider dug spurs into his camel’s flank. "Run, Lachlar!" he commanded. "Run as toward an enemy!" The rough-hewn face of the rider echoed the shapes of the desert mountain crags; long nose, straight and ridge-like; angular cheeks as if sculpted by the wind; rock chin covered by a black beard sprinkled gray; lean, strong body – testimony to forty-three years on his beloved Sahara. Swathed in a dark blue burnous, what little skin showed through this swirling fabric was the color of a lion’s coat, but, oddly, tinged with blue. Save for glittering black eyes no other feature was visible; his face was veiled. He was a Tuareg. A "blue man" of the desert.
Enjoy!
"The Tuareg: Blue Man of the Sahara" by George DiGuido set to release on June 20th is a sweepingly romantic historical adventure set against a background of the African Slave Trade.
Diligently researched and poetically written, The Tuareg sweeps you into a world of abolitionists, shipwrecks, slave ships, camel caravans, desert raids, harems, and the 1830 invasion of Algiers by France's armed forces.
Excerpt:
At first light a lone rider spotted a speck of white far off on the desert floor; instinct whispered it was human; premonition told him it was alive. Seeing airborne vultures the rider dug spurs into his camel’s flank. "Run, Lachlar!" he commanded. "Run as toward an enemy!" The rough-hewn face of the rider echoed the shapes of the desert mountain crags; long nose, straight and ridge-like; angular cheeks as if sculpted by the wind; rock chin covered by a black beard sprinkled gray; lean, strong body – testimony to forty-three years on his beloved Sahara. Swathed in a dark blue burnous, what little skin showed through this swirling fabric was the color of a lion’s coat, but, oddly, tinged with blue. Save for glittering black eyes no other feature was visible; his face was veiled. He was a Tuareg. A "blue man" of the desert.
Enjoy!
