Chapter 21

The next day dawned cloudless and scorching, the sun as relentless as ever.

Standing before the ruins of the desolate city, Drogo clasped his hands behind his back and gazed toward the approaching caravan of camels. His mood soured again under the suffocating heat.

The Red Waste truly was, as the superstitious Irri and Qhira claimed, a land forsaken by the gods. They had trudged through it for nearly half a year without being blessed by even a single drop of rain.