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

The inner sanctum – my most precious chamber, Daniel. And it lies well beyond the refinery. In fact... it lies beneath the very stone of Brennenburg.

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

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

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