He makes his way through throngs of people.  Aspirants, prophets, acolytes, laymen, all here for the same reason.  The religious Revival...

Scarab sat at his desk with his face in his hands. Mercy tenderly rubbed his back, motherly concern in her eyes. “Is that all of it...

Dirt sighed as he relaxed onto his furs. His furs. Finally, after months of travel, he was home. The kids he could deal with. His...