My taster for this week comes from another WiP of mine titled The Curse of Insatiable Lust. This is an excerpt from the opening chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
An Orchid in Hell
The land is barren as far as the eyes can see; there is nothing in plain view but the windswept lifelessness of the desert. So fascinating is the sandy landscape of this godforsaken corner of the earth that it is both forbidding and seductive at once. It is nature’s own perfect piece of art.
The Ma-houtti’s, a long line of indigenous guides who have carried the map of the terrain in their DNA for centuries never cease to warn of the unforgiving cruelty of the sands beneath their feet. They regale travelers with tales of the desert meting out death to those foolhardy enough to attempt the taming of it.
Why on God’s earth would anyone in their right mind ever want to tempt fate by setting foot upon the barren sands of this uncharted territory, many have wondered. The reason lies on the other side of the horizon.
Out there in the vast arid terrain thrives an ancient tribe called the Houttis. These desert dwellers have been forged over a thousand years by the very unforgiving cruelty of the desert. They are the true epitome of resilience in an environment so hostile to life and living. Mighty armies of the world from the time of Asyrian Kings have dreaded threading upon its mocking sands.
It is even fabled that the “land of certain death” as it was known for hundreds of years is the point at which the sun scorched the earth the harshest.
As if the scorching sand is not enough to deter would be adventurers, the undulating sandy terrain is broken by a horse shoe shaped mountain range. The ragged rock face dares the most nimble of mountaineers to attempt a climb; the reward to whosoever is foolhardy enough to try would no doubt be certain death.
Just off to the east of the awe inspiring mountain range lies an interruption, a chasm so deep it cut the mountain right down to its sandy foothills. So hidden by nature is the opening in the mountains that only those who knew its precise location are able to find it even in the sunny light of day. Making out this sacred passage at night requires skill of almost metaphysical proportions. It is also the stuff of local lore that the passage is a sacred portal which only opens to true believers and bonafide sons of the desert in their hour of need.
A kilometer and a half inwards down the narrow, meandering path the trail opens into a flat sandy clearing that slopes gently inwards. This is the forgotten territory Zarhouttia; beyond the sandy fringe of its natural border and fortification stands a mighty gate that protects the entrance to the city state.
If you are into poetry, you might like to check out my poem Orchid in Hell which incidentally was inspired by the landscape described in the piece above.
Please don't forget to read tasters posted by the following wonderful and talented fellow writers as well:
Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/
theresa stuart : http://oneuniquewomanswords.blogspot.com
Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com
Pablo Michaels: http:www.pmmanmanromance.com
Cree Walker: http://www.creewalker.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com/