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PROLOGUE

An alien sun and a massive moon shone through a thick, dusty sky, at levels too bright for comfort. A blue skinned man and his two sons were standing in a barren wasteland.

The man known as Azrak was traveling through the desert with his children while they were on their way home from the marketplace. They had stopped in the middle of the desert for a water break, and Azrak was watching his two boys playing a very rigorous game of tag.

Then over the horizon, a light started to outshine the hot sun, adding to the feeling of intense heat.

Azrak knew something was coming.

He could sense it, feel it in the shaking of the surface under him. The air around the family rumbled louder and louder; the dust, swirling like a breeze, was kicking it up. Yet, the father could feel no wind against his face. Not even his fabrics moved in the high winds.

Something big was coming.

Huge.

But he didn’t know what.

He just waited, facing it, wanting to turn and run; yet not doing so. He needed to know what it was.

He needed to face it.

The air swirled and the dust choked him. The surface under his feet shook, as the horizon got even brighter.

The unknown came closer.

And closer.

He shook off the feeling of dread and tried to calm his fast beating heart. He desperately needed to know what it meant. And what he was waiting for.

Azrak felt the earth move suddenly. Then he heard a loud rumble.

“Father, what is it?” said Sobek, his youngest son. “Is it a quake?”

SINBAD: ROGUE OF MARS

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