The book of John Doe
You shake your head, heart tightening as the woman urges you to flee. Continue Reading
You shake your head, heart tightening as the woman urges you to flee. Continue Reading →
You nod, swallowing the heavy lump of doubt in your throat.
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You see the Baroness depart with Sir Stevan, as your guide, by your side. Hw knows very well the routes that lead to and from this city. Continue Reading →
The desert offers no apology for its silence. Hours pass beneath the blazing eye of the sun, and each night the crow returns. Continue Reading →
Jestem pisarzem, więc czasami się zastanawiam jak mówi się to samo w różnych językach Czy na przykład „trzęsienie ziemi” po japońsku to: Po co mi ta chata? A po hiszpańsku: Daj, wal mi to. A po polsku: Wali mi to.… Continue Reading →
The desert stretches ahead like a vast, indifferent sea. Day after day you ride, pushing through heat and wind that scrape at your skin like invisible claws. Continue Reading →
A young woman stood in front of a mirror framed in brass and took a deep breath.“You can do this. You’re the best. You’ve waited for this your whole life,” she tried to convince herself. Today was the day she… Continue Reading →
It was a sunny morning. Amanda was getting ready for work, just like she did every day. She put on her long black dress and trainers, grabbed her favourite cappuccino, and threw a book into her bag. Continue Reading →
ils ont cessé d’être uniquement eux-mêmes contre les autres, pour devenir des gens ensemble, ne serait-ce que par accident. Continue Reading →
The desert night is long and heavy with unease. The magus remains silent, his gaze steady across the fire Continue Reading →