Rain Born
Contents (43)
- Rain Born
- Rain Born
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Copyright Information ©
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
Rain Born
Zoha Kazemi
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-01-31
Rain Born
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Copyright Information ©
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
About the Author
Zoha Kazemi is a young Iranian writer and the first writer in Iran who has written professionally in speculative fiction, especially the genres of science fiction and fantasy. She explores fundamental concepts like love, immortality, death and religion in her soft sci-fi novels. She creates and depicts estranged and self-sufficient worlds with complex cultural, economical and political structures in her novels where she puts to test many challenging ideas and thoughts about the nature of mankind, its socially constructed beliefs and values and their effects.
Rain Born is Kazemi’s eighth novel but her first book written in English. She has written and published in Persian before: seven novels, a flash fiction collection and a three-volume children’s novels.
Dedication
To my Mother and Father
Copyright Information ©
Zoha Kazemi (2020)
The right of Zoha Kazemi to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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ISBN 9781528949750 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528972383 (ePub e-book)
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First Published (2020)
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Chapter 1
The boatman, not fully awake, hears the laughter and shouting of children playing in the water at dawn, and the excited skirl of seagulls flying around the harbour to catch the silver fish shining on the surface of the sea. The boatman is used to hearing these sounds in his boat cabin and resists opening his eyes and stepping into another mundane morning. It is the beginning of the short, dry season, and the weary mothers longing to catch another hour of sleep send their boys to swim around the harbour. This year, the refugee children of the southern ships have joined the boys and girls of the Oxan Island. Every morning, they step out of their make-shift sheds of the floating Oxan harbour, swim around the Island wall in the filthy ooze of the water to get to the clearer area of the main harbour where they feel safer playing around the boats. They have disturbed boatman’s sleep who is tired of the long journey he had. He opens his eyes in the full darkness of his boat cabin. His passengers had spent the night on the island. They had arrived last evening before sun down, before the Oxan gates had closed. They did ask him to join them, but the boatman was not sure if he could fall asleep on land. He is used to the mild motion of the sea that gently puts him to sleep like a cradle. He didn’t give any explanations, just an excuse saying that someone should watch the boat overnight.