“As if on cue, a line of silhouettes emerged from behind a desert scrub—shapes that moved like cats. They wandered through the landscape of corpses, touching each with a gentle nudge. They grew closer, and it became clear that Chuluum… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“As if on cue, a line of silhouettes emerged from behind a desert scrub—shapes that moved like cats. They wandered through the landscape of… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“Marco could not have known about the mystical effect of a full moon on cats and books left on their own in the library.… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“Empty space eventually fills up with something. A void, cultivated in the aftermath of misfortune, begins to attract the wrong kind of attention. Marco… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“In the beginning, the taste of power is sweet, savored on the tongue, like fine wine. It whispers promises in your ear and pretends… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“Ideas begin their life as small seeds, so light they may drift through the air like dust motes. If a human is fortunate enough… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
