Status Updates From Palace of the Pomegranate

“They rode on into the hot puffs of air, as if somewhere in the heart of the desert a dragon had stirred awake and was casting his breath at the travelers, waiting for them to ride into his lair before letting loose his terrible fire.”

“They rode on into the hot puffs, severe, as if somewhere in the heart of the desert, a dragon had stirred awake and was casting his breath at the travelers, waiting for them to write into his layer before letting loose his terrible fire.”

Oh how I miss the most amazingly creative similes in metaphor that can be found in old-fashioned Harlequin, and silhouette romance books! 😀

So far a fascinating read into the Iranian desert before 1979, though it has the usual mistakes between Arabic culture and Persian one which we Middle Eastern are used to it ,local wind isn't called Khamsin in Iran , only in Egypt .