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Are the Halo books good?

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This is just a sort of prologue for a Europa Universalis after action report, based on my conquests as Oman.

I'm not a very good writer, and I imagine I'll fry more than a few braincells with this travesty, but I'd like to hear some criticisms and suggestions.

5th of Safar, 802 (AH)
7th of October, 1399 (Julian)
Royal Palace, Muscat

Khalfan ibn Saleh al-Dadi paused a moment, readjusting his dishdasha unconsciously as the thought of what was to come raced through his mind.

"If it was going to rain, we would have seen the clouds by now." His older compatriot spoke, the words meant to calm the young man as the pair continued down the polished sunlit corridor of sandstone, one side open to the sea. Khalfan turned to him, his long black hair blowing slightly in the open breeze and his jaw clenched with worry and thought, "We've both heard what happened in Nizwa; even if the tales are exaggerated it does not bode well for the character of this Sultan. He cannot be our only option!"

"We have no other options." Imam Tariq ibn Jad al-Ahsa returned morosely, "What armies do we have? What men to lead them?" That last question served with a hard stare. "If Watban Sa'ud catches word of us approaching the Sultan, we may not even have a home to return to."

"But-"

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