Year of the Lilies

Torrid Season

Market

Altsas

Mavli

WHEN THE HEAT does not relent and the heavy stench in the air becomes unbearable, I feel bile rising up my throat. The churning of my stomach becomes excruciating. Can I hold on a little more?

I lean exhausted in my cage, I'm so dehydrated and my tongue is dry and my teeth are gritty. When will we arrive our destination?

As if on cue, stone towers appear at the horizon and I feel very uneasy. I ...