The book of John Doe
You traverse long distances that day, until the sand begins to shimmer in waves around you. Mirages bloom on the horizon Continue Reading
You traverse long distances that day, until the sand begins to shimmer in waves around you. Mirages bloom on the horizon Continue Reading →
You drive through the desert at full speed, the wind tearing at your clothes, your eyes stinging from sand. Continue Reading →
The baroness watches you carefully, her eyes unreadable.
—All right, then, Continue Reading →
The man takes the satchel, his gaze lingers on the contents for only a moment before he nods. He takes a few diamonds and gives you the rest. Continue Reading →
—You shall not pass. Not tonight, not ever.— A flick of his hand. The mercenaries surge forward. Your tent is torn down in seconds. Continue Reading →
—Then you don’t pass. Not tonight, not ever.— With a curt gesture, his men move in. Continue Reading →
—Wise choice,— he says, tucking the pouch into his robe. With a gesture, he signals his men. Continue Reading →
At least stay the night, Your Grace. You need rest. The road behind you is long, since you’ve traversed a great distance. Continue Reading →
The Baroness smiles, a flicker of relief softening her usually guarded features. The arrangements are made without delay. You watch as she beckons one of her vassals and presses a small velvet pouch into his hand. He nods subtly, then… Continue Reading →
The Baroness smiles with something like relief, and the arrangements are made without delay. Continue Reading →