The story of Ebano is one of survival against the impossible, a reminder that the strongest iron is forged in the hottest fire.
Back in Africa, Thomas had not given up. Left for dead in the desert, he had been found by a group of nomadic Tuaregs. Driven by a guilt that burned hotter than the sun, he sold everything he owned to hire a guide—a man who knew the "Shadow Paths" of the slave trade. Ebano.epub
The next morning, the landscape shifted from the green fringes of the south to the harsh, orange expanse of the desert. Their jeep kicked up a trail of sand that could be seen for miles. They were only hours from the border when the sound of an engine—high-pitched and frantic—echoed behind them. The story of Ebano is one of survival
"Stop!" Elena screamed, reaching for Thomas's arm. "They’ll kill us both!" Driven by a guilt that burned hotter than
Before Thomas could scream, they threw a black hood over Elena’s head. She felt herself being hoisted into the back of a truck. As the engine roared back to life, the last thing she heard was Thomas’s voice fading into the vast, indifferent wind of the Sahara.
When the jeep finally skidded to a halt, the silence that followed was more terrifying than the gunfire. Thomas was dragged out and pinned to the ground. A man with eyes like polished flint stepped forward, ignoring the camera equipment and the money Thomas tried to offer. He looked only at Elena.
"It's dangerous, Thomas," she whispered. "We aren't here for a scoop."