The book of John Doe
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
Passages or chapters from novels
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 →
The baroness watches you carefully, her eyes unreadable.
—All right, then, Continue Reading →
The man takes the satchel, his gaze lingers on the contents for only a moment before he nods. He takes a few diamonds and gives you the rest. Continue Reading →
—You shall not pass. Not tonight, not ever.— A flick of his hand. The mercenaries surge forward. Your tent is torn down in seconds. Continue Reading →