Nakedella 4

By Zenina Masters

Stolen from the land she knew and flown across the mountains, Nakedella is face to face with the Stone Sultan. He asks for her help and she gives it, sending her on a journey that will pit her against demons, djinn, and a seraglio that makes her head spin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Feb 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781554879311

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Stolen from the land she knew and flown across the mountains, Nakedella is face to face with the Stone Sultan. He asks for her help and she gives it, sending her on a journey that will pit her against demons, djinn, and a seraglio that makes her head spin.

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Nakedella 4

Copyright © 2011 Zenina Masters

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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Nakedella

Book Four

By

Zenina Masters

Chapter One

Nakedella had stopped screaming miles ago. The gargoyle had been waiting for her on Market Day and had caught her leaving the candlestick maker’s home. He had gripped her firmly in taloned hands and began heavy wing beats to take them toward the distant mountains.

She had only her cloak on her shoulders and her bag gripped in her hands. She held to it tightly, as she had no idea when the gargoyle would land and let her eat.

The wind was growing warmer now that they had passed the mountains and it was soothing to her blue-tinged flesh. She had almost frozen over the high passes in the range and the wind had numbed her body. Wherever he was taking her, it was warmer already.

By the time he landed outside a palace, it was hot. Desert heat. He had taken her into the sandy depths of the desert where djennies and djinns ruled and demons ran off with fair maidens all the time.

Remembering what she had been told, she quickly dug in the pack for her dress. It was decently concealing, in a certain light. Her cloak would have to do the additional duty of concealment.

She finished settling herself and turned to her kidnapper. Where am I supposed to be going?

Follow me, Nakedella. The gargoyle turned his back on her gaping mouth. She hadn’t realized that he could talk.

She followed silently in his wake, wishing she had boots that would help her move through the sand scorching her feet. Sand slowly gave way to paved streets and soon she was on cooler stone. She sighed in relief.

The gargoyle paced slowly through streets that should have been teeming with