In Old Basra a the thief Asad El-baha falls in love at first sight with the beautiful Princess Fatinah, but he is the number one priority for murder. In the real world the office is a hotbed of bullying and unrequited love. The two worlds collide when the evil wizard-emir who transforms Asad into a horse, and the game goes horribly wrong…
The guard nearest chopped at his head with the heavy curved blade of his sword, but Asad deflected the sword blow then darted in and slashed at the man’s arm, forcing him to drop his weapon.
“Ayyah!” the turbaned soldier yelled, “The devil has cut me.”
This stopped the other guards from rushing pell-mell at him, and Asad reversed direction and headed once more into the maze of bushes and for the latticework wall.
His lighter blade would not last long in any prolonged combat, and he had no illusions about his ability. He was a skilled street fighter but the guards of the emir’s palace were handpicked men with real training, not haphazard tricks; his only real chance was to run.
But to where?
The courtyard seemed awash with bodies, but God chose that moment to pass his hand over the moon. The cloud-cast shadows shrouded the yard and clumsied the feet of all but Asad. The very numbers of the guards allowed the scurrying thief a few moments to plan.
“Here!” it was the muffled sound of the woman’s voice cutting across the confusion of male voices. She leaned by a gate hidden near the far corner of the court as if in fear. He moved toward her and noticed she had unlatched the iron gate.
“May God protect you, my lady” he said as he slipped through.
“And he you, lover of songs.” She said. “Fatinah.”
“What?” He whispered.
Then he was through the gate and running, a smile on his face, the image of jade green eyes floating before him.