The Bones Of The Old Ones (Dabir And Asim) - Plot & Excerpts
This was apparently one of Jibril’s daughters-in-law, and she promised she would see to Najya’s comforts. I did not truly wish to depart, and I think by Najya’s look that she did not desire to be left, yet I followed Dabir and Jibril, my head still spinning. It was as though a spell had been laid, for I could not stop thinking of her eyes and her long dark hair. I scarcely noticed even the scent of roasting lamb rising from somewhere nearby, despite that I had not eaten since morning. “Jibril,” Dabir said as we wound our way back toward the front of the house, “where is Afya?” Jibril turned at the curtained entrance to the storefront, his mouth a grim line. “Who is Afya?” I asked. I came to a halt behind Dabir, whose hand tightened on the spear haft as he leaned up on it. “His wife. She would have come the moment she heard I was here. And she surely would have taken charge the moment she heard of Najya’s distress.” Jibril paused with his hand upon the brown curtain fabric.
What do You think about The Bones Of The Old Ones (Dabir And Asim)?
