Prologue 1700 A.D. Bombada Brikama The serene stillness of the predawn was punctured by the humungous booms of the tabular drums, the junjung-ba, their echoes racing across the thatched crowns of the city through the dewy mist into the forests that rim Bombada. Fina Keba’s voice rang out, shrill, clear, powerful and measured: “Son of … Continue reading Ever Decreasing Circles: A novel