The city rises from the sand, pale and ragged like a heap of broken bones from some antediluvian creature. Beyond it, in the far distance, a reddish haze above the horizon tells of the beginning of the Dune Sea. Grim scowls ferociously and gives me a glance as if to say This is all your fault. I shrug wearily. In a sense, he’s right to blame me. To ( Read more... )