Now in paperback, the final book in The Song of the Shattered Sands series closes the epic fantasy saga in a desert setting, filled with rich worldbuilding and pulse-pounding action. The plans of the desert gods are coming to fruition. Meryam, the deposed queen of Qaimir, hopes to raise the buried elder god, Ashael, an event that would bring ruin to the desert. Çeda and Emre sail for their ancestral home to bring the traitor, Hamid, to justice. To their horror, they discover that the desert tribes have united under Hamid's banner. Their plan? A holy crusade to annihilate Sharakhai, a thing long sought by many in the tribes. In Sharakhai, meanwhile, the blood mage, Davud, examines the strange gateway between worlds, hoping to find a way to close it. And King Ihsan hunts for Meryam, but always finds himself two steps behind. When Meryam raises Ashael, all know the end is near. Ashael means to journey to the land that was denied to him an age ago, no matter the cost to the desert. It now falls to Çeda and her unlikely assortment of allies to find a way to unite not only the desert tribes and the people of Sharakhai, but the city's invaders as well. Even if they do, stopping Ashael will cost them dearly, perhaps more than all are willing to pay. Praise for The Song of Shattered Sands series “Çeda and Emre share a relationship seldom explored in fantasy, one that will be tried to the utmost as similar ideals provoke them to explore different paths. Wise readers will hop on this train now, as the journey promises to be breathtaking .” —Robin Hobb, bestselling author of Fool’s Assassin "Fantasy and horror, catacombs and sarcophagi, resurrections and revelations: the book has them all, and Beaulieu wraps it up in a package that's as graceful and contemplative as it is action-packed and pulse-pounding ." —NPR "The Song of Shattered Sands series is both gripping and engrossing ." — Kirkus Reviews "Beaulieu richly imagines several multifaceted societies , a variety of arcane systems, and a host of supernatural entities." — Publishers Weekly "Bradley P. Beaulieu continues to move the story forward in an intriguing fashion, weaving his plotlines into a great tapestry that promies a lot of great things to come." —Pat's Fantasy Hotlist "Beaulieu's intricate world-building and complex characters are quickly becoming the hallmarks of his writing, and if this opening volume is any indication, [this series] will be one of the next great fantasy epics." —B&N SF&F Blog "The city of Sharakhai and surrounding area is a living, breathing thing and I revel in it. Beautiful writing, a deep and exciting story and characters you care about ." —Shelf Inflicted "[Beaulieu's] writing is more an immersive experience than anything else; he draws the reader in with such great skill. The first novel was an electrifying start to the series, providing a spectacular introduction to a multi-layered and captivating character living in a world whose layers match her own ." —SFF World "[ With Blood Upon the Sand ] is an ambitious sequel, larger in scope than its predecessor – and it pulls it off magnificently. It’s intelligent, well drawn and a lot of fun to read —and so I’d recommend it wholeheartedly." —Sci-fi and Fantasy Reviews Bradley P. Beaulieu is the author of the Lays of Anuskaya Trilogy and The Song of the Shattered Sands series, beginning with the acclaimed Twelve Kings in Sharakhai . His writing has garnered many accolades, including a Gemmell Morningstar Award nomination and the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Award. Chapter 1   An age had passed since the elder gods left the world. In the time since, the goddess Tulathan had felt anger and resentment over her abandonment. She'd grieved, knowing she'd never again feel the touch of the first gods. Sometimes she'd lashed out, destroying that which the elders had wrought. Rarely had she felt anxious—for so long there had been nothing to be anxious about . As she floated through the air toward a misshapen hill of red sandstone, however, she found her chest tightening, her heart pounding.   And why shouldn't my soul be stirred? The decision I make this day will decide my fate.   She alighted on a rock. As the sunbaked stone warmed her feet, a hot wind blew. It toyed with her long, silvery hair, throwing it about like gossamer. The wind's scent, redolent of sandalwood and myrrh, was peculiar to this part of the desert and yet another reminder of the long-lost elders. The unique scent had been Raamajit's doing. Tulathan had loved it once. Now she loathed it.   Sailing in this part of the Great Shangazi was particularly dangerous. Stones plagued the sand. Many stood out starkly like foreboding sentinels and were easily avoided. But more lay just below the sand's surface. Stones that could ruin a ship's skis, or worse, shatter its struts. They were the very reason most ships avoided sailing in this part of the desert and, in a roundabout way, the reason King