One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.

There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

The desert dunes were like waves in a sluggish sea. While the caravan moved the land appeared motionless, but in camp the hills moved.