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Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents Map 1 Map 2 1: Nehal 2: Giorgina 3: Nehal 4: Giorgina 5: Nehal 6: Giorgina 7: Nehal 8: Giorgina 9: Nehal 10: Giorgina 11: Nehal 12: Nehal 13: Giorgina 14: Nehal 15: Nehal 16: Giorgina 17: Neh...
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents Map 1 Map 2 1: Nehal 2: Giorgina 3: Nehal 4: Giorgina 5: Nehal 6: Giorgina 7: Nehal 8: Giorgina 9: Nehal 10: Giorgina 11: Nehal 12: Nehal 13: Giorgina 14: Nehal 15: Nehal 16: Giorgina 17: Nehal 18: Nehal 19: Giorgina 20: Nehal 21: Nehal 22: Giorgina 23: Nehal 24: Giorgina 25: Nehal 26: Giorgina 27: Giorgina 28: Nehal 29: Giorgina 30: Nehal 31: Giorgina 32: Giorgina 33: Nehal 34: Giorgina 35: Nehal 36: Giorgina Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright About the Publisher iii v vi vii x 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 335 336 337 338 339 340 341 342 343 344 345 346 347 348 349 350 351 352 353 354 355 356 357 358 359 360 361 362 363 364 365 366 367 368 369 370 371 iv Guide Cover Contents 1: Nehal Dedication To my mother, who always knew this would happen Map 1 Map 2 1Nehal Nehal Darweesh wanted to spit fire, but unfortunately she did not have that particular ability. Instead, she pulled out the liquid contents of a glass of water and separated them into rather large and ungainly droplets, much to the irritation of her mother, Shaheera, who found herself the unfortunate target of the storm. Shaheera was leaning against a vanity laden with various concoctions of oils and perfumes. Her arms and legs were both tightly crossed, her forehead slowly setting into an even tighter scowl. Her corkscrew curls, which Nehal had inherited, were pulled back into a neat bun and oiled to a perfect sheen. Slowly, she began to tap her foot in warning. Finally, when Nehal’s rain began to pool at Shaheera’s feet, Shaheera clapped her hands together and snapped, “Enough!” Nehal did not look at her mother, nor did she spare a glance for the seamstress at her feet, who was doing her best to write down Nehal’s measurements while politely ignoring the gathering storm in the room. Instead, Nehal stared out her veranda, which led directly to a white-sand beach and an expanse of glittering blue ocean. The veranda doors were open, as they nearly always were, bringing forth a warm salt-spray breeze and the humming melody of waves. “Nehal.” She could practically hear her mother’s teeth grinding together. With a pointedly loud sigh, Nehal closed her eyes, and the fat droplets returned to their glass, though the puddle on the floor remained; Nehal was nowhere near skilled enough to extract water from a rug. Still, she continued to ignore her mother, who had now begun to pace back and forth around her, skirting the edge of the large four-poster bed behind them. “You would think we were sending you off to be executed, not married to one of the wealthiest men in all of Ramsawa,” muttered Shaheera. “And you’ve met him; you said he was nice, that you liked him—” Nehal could keep quiet no longer. “That was before I knew I was being sold off to him!” The seamstress, a tiny woman of about forty, shot up, sensing the fight’s escalation. With a halting look between mother and daughter, the seamstress said, “I’ve finished, my lady. Once I’ve completed all the adjustments, the wedding attire will be ready in a fortnight.” “Excellent,” said Shaheera icily. “Thank you. You may go.” She did not even glance at the seamstress. Her gaze remained fixed on her daughter, who was now glaring back with equal fierceness. The two stared at each other silently, a battle of wills reminiscent of their many arguments, until the poor seamstress scurried away and closed the bedroom door behind her. “This is unjust, Mama!” Nehal