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

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

The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.