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Dust and Sand [MultiFormat]
eBook by Dave Smeds
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Dabria's sand paintings have always been treasured by the people in her village. They know she is something special. It wasn't until the stranger arrived, though, that Dabria realized just how special--and powerful--her talent was.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Shimmering Door, 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [249 KB], eReader (PDB) [42 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [19 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [18 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [80 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [90 KB], hiebook (KML) [110 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [84 KB], iSilo (PDB) [16 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [20 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [65 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [29 KB]
Words: 5793
Reading time: 16-23 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Dabria found the stranger on her way back from the cliffs, where she had gone to gather chalk for her next dust painting. The man lay unconscious on the wet sand left by the retreating tide.
Dabria had never seen anything like him. He wore clothing even though it was not a holiday, along with a type of sandal that completely enveloped his feet. The hair she brushed from his eyes was black as the charcoal she used in her artwork. If he had been standing, he would have towered half a head higher than Old Krelall, the tallest man in her village.
She rolled him onto his back, checking for wounds, confirming that his breath flowed regularly. Despite his location, he seemed not to have come from the sea. His clothes were wet only where a far-reaching wave had just lapped against him, and his skin was free of crusted salt and seaweed. It was as if he had emerged from the sand like a newly hatched turtle.
He murmured without opening his eyes. For a moment Dabria thought he might speak, but he merely flopped his gaunt head listlessly from side to side. Pressing her hands to his temples, she found him blazing with fever.
Dragging him higher, she left him in the shadow of a clump of salt grass and hurried around the promontory to the shoals. As she expected, three of her brothers were there hunting tidecrawlers. They returned with her.
"Looks like he hasn't eaten in a year," quipped Brem, the eldest. "What do we do with him?"
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