Devils of the Desert

Arizona, 1540. Francisco Vazquez de Coronado leads an expedition into the desert looking for the Seven Cities of Gold. He's not going to find them.

Sardina is still here — older, damaged, following another madman into another hell. The desert gives nothing. The men are breaking. The terrain is as cruel as the conquistadors themselves, and hope is running out faster than water.

Then they find The Turk.

A shaman. Mysterious. Quiet. He says he knows where the cities are. He says he can lead them there. The Spanish have no reason to trust him and no choice but to follow.

The price is another crossing — through land that doesn't want them, toward a promise that may be a trap. Every step forward is a gamble. Every mile costs something that can't be recovered.

Devils of the Desert is the second book in the Conquistadors Trilogy — a brutal, hallucinatory march through uncharted territory where the real enemy isn't the landscape. It's what the men brought with them.

Continues Sardina's story from Brothers & Kings. Reads well on its own.