By Dolores Gordon-Smith
One hundred thousand dragons lie, beneath an Arabian sky. How do a couple of strains of poetry, an opportunity come across in a London lodge, and a demise in Sussex result in a misplaced urban of Arabia, and to the tombs of the Whispering useless? Jack Haldean has avoided the reality for years, yet now, enmeshed within the net of homicide, robbery and deception, he needs to find the solution and stand up to the truth—a fact as lethal as any dragon...
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