The God of Chaos [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONECairo, June 1942THE KHAMSEEN HAD BLOWN ALL NIGHT, RATTLING DOORS, SLIPPING through keyholes and whistling down corridors, before burying its cargo deep in the skin. The Egyptians said the suffocatingly hot desert wind commemorated the period of fifty days during which Cain had carried the body of his brother Abel. It certainly felt like a punishment.Quinn rubbed tired eyes, tugged at his shirt collar and tried to shift the grit from round his neck. He had not slept but, then, he had not expected to. This day had approached with grim inevitability.'Sir?' Madden said.'Yeah.''Are you awake?''Very funny.''Then what do you think?'Quinn closed his eyes. Sure, they knew what he was really thinking. It was a day upon which any distraction was welcome, but none would hold his attention for more than a few moments.What did he make of the issue at hand? What other conclusion was there? The document in front of him was stamped.1