Blood in the Dust
Author's note: I want people to enjoy this book and take from it that anything is possible.
PrologueI simply despise the sun. Where I live in Israel there is certainly no shortage of that. Ever since I was little, and I didn’t have to wear a cursed head dress, Mama has warned me about the sun. She says, “Now Ziva dearest you mustn’t let your skin see the light or you will never find a man who wants you.”
I have never seemed to have trouble with finding men who want me. Ever since I was a child I have had men from the age of six to sixty chasing after me and pouring flattery onto my Baba. At least that was when my Baba was the most reprised man in all of Israel. But now we live in the slums, the worst part of Israel all because of those stupid birds. My Baba is a terrible gambler and he loves ostrich races. Add the two together and you have bankruptcy just waiting to strike. And big surprise, it did. So now I went from princess to pauper in a matter of weeks.