The book of John Doe
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 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 →
The morning air over Zahrabad is cool, carrying the scent of dust and horses. Continue Reading →
Your guide watches you in silence, the sunlight flickering in his eyes. 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 →
