Excerpt from Chapter 43:
I'm Barrons, and I'm on my knees in the sand.
The wind is kicking up; the storm comes.
I was stupid, so stupid.
It all looks so different now that it's too late. What a grand f*king joke on me. I should never have come here. This is one battle-for-hire I should never have taken.
I hold my son and I weep.
They sky opens, letting the storm free. Sand comes, so thick it turns day into night.
One by one, my men fall around me.
I curse the heavens as I die. They curse me back.
No light comes to me.
I wait all night in the dark.
I'm dead yet I can feel the desert beneath my corpse...
The only light that comes for me is dawn.
I stand up, and my men stand up and we stare uneasily at one another.
Then my son stands up and I don't care. I spare no thought for the strange night that shouldn't have been. The universe is a mystery. The gods are fickle. I am and he is and that is enough.