Out of that whirlwind no voice spoke and the pilgrim lying in his broken bones may cry out and in his anguish he may rage, but rage at what? And if the dried and blackened shell of him is found among the sands by travelers to come yet who can discover the engine of his ruin?

“Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash underta…”

“The cap was gone and the man dropped to his elbows to smell the pipe but the od…”

“She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her e…”

“There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. Fo…”