The book of John Doe
The docks of Aldebryn greeted you with the smell of salt, fish, and smoke. After weeks at sea, the city rose before you like a promise carved in stone and wind. Continue Reading
Passages or chapters from novels
The docks of Aldebryn greeted you with the smell of salt, fish, and smoke. After weeks at sea, the city rose before you like a promise carved in stone and wind. Continue Reading
You found her at dusk, where the caravan road narrowed into a fold of dunes. Margaret stood with the letter clenched in one hand, the other to her breast. Continue Reading
The hall falls silent after Claudius’s words. Moravice has fallen.
The horns fade, the crowd’s murmur dims, and you stand alone beneath the weight of history. Continue Reading
The words leave your lips like a decree carved into stone. The hall stirs. Horns sound, louder this time, echoing through marble and gold. Claudius smiles faintly Continue Reading
Her lips part as if to argue, but she sees the steel in your eyes and falls silent. Only a single tear escapes before she turns away. Continue Reading
You take her hand, feeling the tremor of relief and fear ripple through her fingers. “Then we leave tonight,” you murmur, your voice low, heavy with the finality of choice. Continue Reading
Her lips part as if to argue, but she sees the steel in your eyes and falls silent. Only a single tear escapes before she turns away. Continue Reading
The desert stretches before you like a ribbon of molten gold under the late afternoon sun. The sand shifts beneath your horse’s hooves, but your mind is fixed on the thought of Margaret, waiting for you at the secret place you both alone know Continue Reading
You take her hand, feeling the tremor of relief and fear ripple through her fingers. “Then we leave tonight,” Continue Reading
Hiacynt blinks, stunned. The harsh light of the setting sun catches his bruised features, deepening the shadow under his eye. Continue Reading