The book of John Doe
The sword is in your hand before you even realize you’ve drawn it.
You step into the circle, your voice sharp as flint: Continue Reading
The sword is in your hand before you even realize you’ve drawn it.
You step into the circle, your voice sharp as flint: Continue Reading →
You stare at the snarling pack.
Your heart races. Sand clings to your skin Continue Reading →
You meet it midair, blade flashing. The impact jars your shoulder, but the steel bites deep, and the beast crumples at your feet with a strangled yelp. Continue Reading →
You turn to the magus.
—He comes with me.
The magus studies your guide for a long moment. Continue Reading →
The desert opens before you like a wound slowly healing over. Continue Reading →
The desert tightens around you.
You ride single file, the guide in front, Robert behind. No one speaks. Continue Reading →
« Non » triste écho du passé…
Encore une larme égarée 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 →