CHAPTER SIXTEEN
We sailed across the sands and over a few orphan dunes toward the towering obelisks. Nothing existed out here save for a few small oases where wild qasi drank up the crystal-clear waters beneath the shade of a few struggling divine trees.
That changed as we approached the Thaqiba. I found myself tilting my head back as we drew nearer to the towers. The white walls of the towers turned as I had seen them move from the steps of the palace, but to be face-to-base with those huge spinning columns was something else.
The Thaqiba stretched some five hundred feet above the desert floor and their long shadows stretched across the sands. The countless grains of sand that made up their bodies turned at a slow pace, never wavering even an inch out of shape. A complete rotation
