S = as in "SIROCCO"
Can't go sailing without wind.
Well, sometimes, it can be a little too much of a good thing...
as it is in
SIROCCO, Storm over Land and Sea
This archaeological thriller is Book 2 of the "Legends of the Winged Scarab" series.
However, it also stands alone as a present-day novel that takes place from Boston to Cairo and Luxor, in the Red Sea (yes, sailing through a storm), to Cyprus and Crete; it is all impacted by the Arab Spring and Egypt's upcoming presidential elections (May 2012).
Prologue
Trexa! Sorokos!”
Barely,
the fishermen pull their boats onto shore when the storm arrives all in a rush,
malevolent and laden with Libyan Desert sand.
“Run!
Sirocco!” Again, the men cry the warning against the feared wind that had
spawned over the Sahara. After giving birth to its unbridled son Khamsin, the
Devil Wind of the Nile, it froths the waters of the Mediterranean and
mercilessly claws at the islands in its path, scything the coastal shrub into
stubble.
The
old women of Crete call it The Big Tongue.
Innocent-looking at first, a lazy yellow haze comes drifting north. It grows
larger, turning the air into choking ochre mist. Its hot breath churns the sea
and drives salt spray deep into the island’s interior. As if on cue, tempers
turn sour and people suddenly find fault with friend and neighbor. Fights erupt
over nothing. Secretly harbored thoughts of suicide and murder attack the mind
as voraciously as wild goats strip young plane trees bare. All things bad can
now be blamed on the Sirocco.
It
is only when the cool steady meltemia
breezes blow again out of the northwest that the island breathes a sigh of
relief, and much is forgiven.
Hi Inge - love the photos - and your story with the Winged Scarab and Sirocco .. it's a harsh wind .. we might have had some of that Saharan dust here recently ..Interesting about the painting being one of the stolen ones ... I hope they can trace many of them ...
ReplyDeleteCheers Hilary