Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

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

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

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