The Great Celestial Machine of Saithan

Aris is a reluctant lawbringer, helping his people even when he'd rather be sitting around the fire spinning tales. Eyla wants to be a dread criminal mastermind, but settles for defending exuberant widows, demented storytellers and proud desert Sheyks.
The soldiers of Majra have found this land oddly hard to conquer. How could mere savages resist Truth itself? A final push may settle the matter: If Aris is exiled and Eyla taken captive, who will stand against them?
A whole people can't drift like smoke from an unbroken prison, the sky can't fall, the desert can't burst into an artist's fever-dream of flowers. So the Majeri tell us. But somewhere in a world so vast and strange as ours, mustn't all things be true?