The cart doesn’t stop, as the danger of being hijacked gets greater, the deeper they travel into Kekexili. Heyem is woken from her sleep as the carriage jars to a halt, and the sound of gunfire ricochets around the desert.

The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
The cart doesn’t stop, as the danger of being hijacked gets greater, the deeper they travel into Kekexili. Heyem is woken from her sleep as the carriage jars to a halt, and the sound of gunfire ricochets around the desert.
Hi Cheryl. I love it that there’s just no let up…like the study of Heyem very much.
Hi Richard, thank you.
It’s an interesting challenge to jump back into the flow of your story after so long away but I’m doing it this evening…your art and writing are as brilliant as I remember them always being Cheryl…
Thanks, John, I hope you enjoy reading.
And so it begins…
..yes I’ve been waiting to tell this part of the story for over 20 years now 🙂 Can’t wait to release the next (in a few hours)