Novel excerpts

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 →

The desert night is long and heavy with unease. The magus remains silent, his gaze steady across the fire Continue Reading →

The first light of dawn barely touches the dunes when you and your guide slip away from the mercenary camp Continue Reading →

You don’t want to say it aloud, but the truth is already ringing in your chest: Robert is right.The circle is tightening. You glance once more toward the oncoming riders—no flags, no shouts, only the deadly silence of professionals. You… Continue Reading →

The morning sun claws its way over the rim of the dunes, casting long, broken shadows across the cracked earth. Continue Reading →

You feel the weight of the moment pressing in.
The fire flickers.
The Magus waits. 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 →