The book of John Doe
There’s no worse fate than that of a thief in the hands of other thieves. Continue Reading
There’s no worse fate than that of a thief in the hands of other thieves. Continue Reading →
You ride through a haze of sand, barely discerning the horizon. Continue Reading →
You thank them for the dromedary and leave them behind. But your heart is heavy with contrition. Continue Reading →
While sneaking up on them, you notice that one of the men is unarmed, so you target the one carrying a sword. Continue Reading →
Inadvertently, you were still holding your father’s dagger when you stepped out from behind the boulder. Continue Reading →
Inadvertently, you were still holding your father’s dagger when you stepped out from behind the boulder. Continue Reading →
– Who are you? – he asks.
– A lost traveler, – you answer. Continue Reading →
The man drops his sword and collapses onto the scorching ground, writhing in agony, your dagger lodged between his ribs. Continue Reading →
-Your own soul burning in hell?
-Bodies burn, not souls. Continue Reading →
What, under the disguise of your delirium, seemed to be a lone dromedary now reveals itself as a caravan Continue Reading →