Book Excerpt

Gamil had never seen a living lion, and only knew them from stories and from one old, moth-eaten hide that used to serve as a rug in the great hall of King Rib-Hadda’s palace. But he was certain that he would be able to kill this one. He could imagine himself playing a hero’s role in the hunt, ending the lion’s reign of terror with a well-placed throw of his javelin, or a deadly accurate shot from his bow. His father’s reputation would be saved, and his gratitude would surely move him to name Gamil as his son.