Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this: I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

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.

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