About the book: year / The sun slanted through the high arches of the bazaar, throwing down rays of light in which dust particles and thin streams of cigarette smoke lazily swirled. Miles Brookhaven began to relax as he walked down the long central avenue, inhaling the smells of powdery handfuls of spices, reaching out to touch the glistening purple skin of eggplants, and exchanging loud greetings with the stall owner..