It was a daring plan, reckless, audacious, bordering on suicide.
This was no common raid upon lonely hamlets or unsuspecting towns that dotted the shoreline of the Great Strait.
Such plunder had been the sport of every pirate worth the salt in his beard, the kind of petty foray that won a man silver and women but little more. No, this time, Blake's gaze was fixed on something far greater, something that would shake the very heart of a continent.
They were not sailing for scraps. They were sailing for Khairo.The capital of the desert giant. The jewel of Azania, seat of the Great Sun himself.
Blake's chest swelled with a fierce and hungry pride as the thought coursed through him. Khairo, untouched, inviolate for centuries, held sacred not only by its people but by the myths of the wider world.
He would impregnate that fucking bitch....
