“It’s hard to say where the Rocks begin and where they end. There’s a huge strip ofΒ  land that have been disputed by the Warriors and the Nomads for centuries now.
Me, a land without law, harsh as is gets : suits my lifestyle. From time to time, I visit the shack, until guards of one road forget me.
There’s something, you know? Being with one’s self, no one pestering. The big chunk of nothing, the air.
The strolls are quaint. I just turn back when the boulders get too big.”

Urulna Qediq, wanted by the Tamzian crown.

Again hard week for the mind – I hate feeling cyclically stuck in this state, it will get better eventually, and I won’t let it affect page quality.
Thank you so much for your patience, thank you for reading πŸ™‚
(Can you believe we’re almost at page 100? I’ll share some content and trivia with you when it’s out!)


Page 100 was going to be very much on schedule but then I got arrested and put in custody following the protests/riots happening now in Paris. I’m out, and all right, no worries, but this has taken way too much time, and page 100 will be out next week, with all due confetti! πŸ™‚ See you very soon πŸ™‚