| Author: | Modern Day Pharoa | ISBN: | 9781540192851 |
| Publisher: | Modern Day Pharoa | Publication: | October 27, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Modern Day Pharoa |
| ISBN: | 9781540192851 |
| Publisher: | Modern Day Pharoa |
| Publication: | October 27, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
King Nwanodi sent Zeedalie, at age twelve, to rise as a Dingotta Warrior with a natural spear and shield to overcome the living, spiritual, and banished that stood in his way. With his cosmic black skin, the King unleashed him to find out where the west wind began and parted with its master blow. In addition, he was to find where the East Wind ended; making sure pollen and seeds were wide spread. He was to find what the seeds yielded to understand what the mother wildebeest fed to the docile calf, that once eaten, set them on snot clinging, mad horn slashing, eternal charge. .
Zeedalie purged and submerged himself with the striking force and very vaulting position as the lion. As he took his first steps into the sun, solely to be the final glory that flourished and blessed the Earth. He held on with skill to his spear and shield that held antiquity maps laid in gold. Elders had already picked up and lifted his soul from the inherited watch of all near and far. He witnessed the banished that walked backwards in time feast on one of their women. They ripped and cut off her right full breast and threw her to the bush. Zeedalie vowed to resurrect the dead, while obliging the living. He began to administer blossom, sap and webbed offspring, as she cringed for the subconscious hold, which was tormented from the Beast of Men.
Zeedalie wondered why the banished refused to go along with the rhythm of the cosmic beat. He knew this would uplift their hearts and spirits, and set them forth with sure steps, as their souls soared like the star that shoots, which help preserve their skin. Why did they dare worship fire and infect themselves with the Bantoo fruit? Owdow wakes over the edge in unbelief to what the pure had done. She bows in thanks to the rise of the morning star wanting her daughters gravity embalmed. With his insatiable reflection, she offers to introduce him to Magic, to be the one the king named the Prince of Palaties. He dared to become the root of life and come to know, see, and understand all when he stepped into the forward with atomic pull.
He is led to Magic, who reached to become one with nature. She became the most realistic offering to time and space. Birds sang to her and animals came from the hidden to appear upon her bloomed nakedness. As love at first sight volcanoes, Caukoo, the King of the Banished, swears off King Nwanodi and strikes for the throne during the Festival of the Rains. The Banished is given leeway to come forth, proving that they are no longer beastly and have come as the loving kind Caukoo and Apeek swear to be as meek as the Fruits of the Vine. Caukoo, setting wildebeest aflame, storms the throne and captures Nairobi, the princess of the throne
Zeedalie is forced to fight with his spirit. He knew she would wither light years before. Hard pressed to love Magic forever and find a paradise of their own, he runs into the moon during the Festival of the Rains to find disaster. He is blamed for being late, and to avenge Dingotta, he runs off towards Magic’s direction. The king points him in the right direction, while sending warriors to kill off what held his heart. Through brutal war against Caukoo and his skull bone army, Nairobi is at risk. The banished are forced into snow caves.
As Zeedalie rushes off never to be found again, Nairobi and her army of warrior princesses set out to kill off Zeedalie’s ebony and ivory erotic star chart. Zeedalie is traced to Magic, where she is killed and Zeedalie is forced to take his rightful position as a Dingotta King. He rises as a Leader of a Lonely Heart.
King Nwanodi sent Zeedalie, at age twelve, to rise as a Dingotta Warrior with a natural spear and shield to overcome the living, spiritual, and banished that stood in his way. With his cosmic black skin, the King unleashed him to find out where the west wind began and parted with its master blow. In addition, he was to find where the East Wind ended; making sure pollen and seeds were wide spread. He was to find what the seeds yielded to understand what the mother wildebeest fed to the docile calf, that once eaten, set them on snot clinging, mad horn slashing, eternal charge. .
Zeedalie purged and submerged himself with the striking force and very vaulting position as the lion. As he took his first steps into the sun, solely to be the final glory that flourished and blessed the Earth. He held on with skill to his spear and shield that held antiquity maps laid in gold. Elders had already picked up and lifted his soul from the inherited watch of all near and far. He witnessed the banished that walked backwards in time feast on one of their women. They ripped and cut off her right full breast and threw her to the bush. Zeedalie vowed to resurrect the dead, while obliging the living. He began to administer blossom, sap and webbed offspring, as she cringed for the subconscious hold, which was tormented from the Beast of Men.
Zeedalie wondered why the banished refused to go along with the rhythm of the cosmic beat. He knew this would uplift their hearts and spirits, and set them forth with sure steps, as their souls soared like the star that shoots, which help preserve their skin. Why did they dare worship fire and infect themselves with the Bantoo fruit? Owdow wakes over the edge in unbelief to what the pure had done. She bows in thanks to the rise of the morning star wanting her daughters gravity embalmed. With his insatiable reflection, she offers to introduce him to Magic, to be the one the king named the Prince of Palaties. He dared to become the root of life and come to know, see, and understand all when he stepped into the forward with atomic pull.
He is led to Magic, who reached to become one with nature. She became the most realistic offering to time and space. Birds sang to her and animals came from the hidden to appear upon her bloomed nakedness. As love at first sight volcanoes, Caukoo, the King of the Banished, swears off King Nwanodi and strikes for the throne during the Festival of the Rains. The Banished is given leeway to come forth, proving that they are no longer beastly and have come as the loving kind Caukoo and Apeek swear to be as meek as the Fruits of the Vine. Caukoo, setting wildebeest aflame, storms the throne and captures Nairobi, the princess of the throne
Zeedalie is forced to fight with his spirit. He knew she would wither light years before. Hard pressed to love Magic forever and find a paradise of their own, he runs into the moon during the Festival of the Rains to find disaster. He is blamed for being late, and to avenge Dingotta, he runs off towards Magic’s direction. The king points him in the right direction, while sending warriors to kill off what held his heart. Through brutal war against Caukoo and his skull bone army, Nairobi is at risk. The banished are forced into snow caves.
As Zeedalie rushes off never to be found again, Nairobi and her army of warrior princesses set out to kill off Zeedalie’s ebony and ivory erotic star chart. Zeedalie is traced to Magic, where she is killed and Zeedalie is forced to take his rightful position as a Dingotta King. He rises as a Leader of a Lonely Heart.
