Tower of Babel: A #Fantasy #Novel by Carol Roberts

Carol Roberts is a freelance writer with particular interest in cultural myth. Originally from Vienna, she has spent all of her adult life in the Far North of New Zealand. Her work took her to several different countries, where she indulged her fascination with stories. 'Tower of Babel' is her second novel.

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An ancient text has corrupted the mind of King Ninus, Babylon 3000 BC. At the peak of his rulership there is one power he desires above all else, but it is not in his control, and his symbol of conquest (tower of Babel) lies incomplete.

A man has been seriously injured and is without any memory of who he is. The woman, who finds him, saves his life and hides him from the king until he has fully recovered and can start to retrace his steps. But as Rihat’s memory starts to release his name and fragments of his life, he becomes once again embroiled in the past, thereby putting her in great danger. Because like him, she is compromised by a destiny beyond her own will, and like him, she is not free to follow the calling of her own heart.

When he eventually re-lives the agony of who he is and why he has become that way, he is forced into choices that will affect both past and future.

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It was past midnight when the sound of a horse’s hooves in the small outdoor patio woke her. It was highly unusual for anyone to visit at this hour of night, but she needed to know who had arrived, so she got out of bed and lit one of her oil lanterns. Before she had time to reach the door, however, there was a thump as though a sack of grain had been dropped off outside, and she decided to look out of the window first. She could only make out the tail and back of a horse, which seemed riderless, so she called out for the person to identify himself. There was no reply.

Carefully she opened the door and looked outside. She lifted her oil lantern and nearly dropped it when she saw a man lying on the ground in a pool of blood, which was quickly spreading. She started to shake and lifted the lantern higher to see the horse. It was a beautifully kept, strong-looking, grey stallion, but its eyes were rolling to the back of its head, it was frothing from the mouth, and it, too, was covered with blood.

She could not tell if the horse was injured or not, as there was only a thick, red streak on the horse’s side, where the rider had slid off and fallen to the ground. She stood frozen with panic, and her first impulse was to call out for help. Instead, she put her hand over her mouth to muffle all sounds, as she did not know where the attacker was. She had seen wounds and blood before, but this was the first time she faced it on her own. She knew she had to do something.