I'm not going to beat around the bush - this is a towering work of literary genius.Allow me to demonstrate with a paragraph from the prologue:“Fuck! Fuck Fuck!” The man, bent over now, started to hop from one bare foot to the other. “Hot! Hot! Hot!” An infidel, clearly, tall, very white, with the golden hair of the distant north, a man from beyond the desert, from across the sea. “Fuck. Hot. Fuck. Hot.” Pulling on a boot that must have spilled out with him, he fell, searing his bare back on the scalding sand and leaping to his feet again. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The man managed to drag on his other boot before toppling once more and vanishing head over heels down the far side of the dune screaming obscenities.& from the ThatThornGuy art contest (2017)Marshal Jalan by Lily Yearwood..