The Queen Of Karmania Classic Reprint

Excerpt from The Queen of Karmania He was riding slowly home; going back to a lonely house, to as much a home as a man can make without a woman. He could see the red roof of his own bungalow glowing out above the pepper trees, and below him as he rode the land was a riot of color, luxuriance and beauty. Bareheaded, his reins wound round his wrist, his hands in the pockets of his loose coat, he rode slowly, the light of the sunset glowing on his face and in his eyes. His mare, with head hung down, picked her way softly along the trail. Everything about the ranchman, from the light touch of his foot in the stirrup to the bare dark head and smiling mouth, his agreeable eyes and relaxed body, spoke contentment with life. He reflected the spirit and the joy of living. The foothills, purple, pink and blue, sweeping up to the heights, crimsoned and paled, and as he rode, Stephen Crossdale left behind him the fragrant forests of live oaks and the tall dark pines. The sage brush seemed painted by the brushes of the sunset and made a brilliant corridor for him to follow along the homeward trail. There would be nothing novel to greet him down there in his red-roofed bungalow, with the bougainvillaea vine staining its walls like blood. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.