Żywe karpie na targu- opowiadanie
– Po prostu nie mogę znieść znieczulicy ludzi. Fakt, że zwierzęta były wykorzystywane przez tysiące lat, nie oznacza, że to jest w porządku. Continue Reading
– Po prostu nie mogę znieść znieczulicy ludzi. Fakt, że zwierzęta były wykorzystywane przez tysiące lat, nie oznacza, że to jest w porządku. Continue Reading →
In a distant land lies a kingdom in ruin—barren, abandoned by gods. Continue Reading →
The morning sun claws its way over the rim of the dunes, casting long, broken shadows across the cracked earth. Continue Reading →
You feel the weight of the moment pressing in.
The fire flickers.
The Magus waits. Continue Reading →
You forget the Magi’s words. Not because they lacked weight—but because the desert has a way of stripping you bare. Continue Reading →
You sit still, flanked by Sir Stevan and Robert, as the dark riders crest the dune and descend toward you. Your heart hammers, but you show nothing. Continue Reading →
The moment your command cuts through the wind, Robert spurs his horse forward. Sir Stevan mutters a curse and follows Continue Reading →
You don’t move.
Not a muscle. Not a word. Just averted eyes and a tightened jaw.
Robert looks to you for help—just once. Continue Reading →
You whip your reins hard.
—Robert!— you shout, driving your camel into a lurching gallop. Sand flies behind you. Continue Reading →
The morning air over Zahrabad is cool, carrying the scent of dust and horses. At first light, you wait at the southern edge of the city Continue Reading →