The book of John Doe
Your heels dig into the beast’s flank. The dromedary lurches forward, ungainly at first, then pounding into a steady, bone-shaking gallop. Continue Reading
Your heels dig into the beast’s flank. The dromedary lurches forward, ungainly at first, then pounding into a steady, bone-shaking gallop. Continue Reading →
Dawn breaks pale and cold over Al-Mirkat, the horizon a thin blade of silver cutting the desert sky. Continue Reading →
The night in Al-Mazir presses down heavy, as if the stars themselves conspire to judge your silence. Continue Reading →