Some friendships begin in a moment of magic and, like fireworks, explode with a bang. Others, grow slowly, suddenly flower like cherry-blossom, and then quickly wither. But my friendship with Arik was simply an inheritance, because my father and his father were best friends. In fact, they were like brothers…

Speak Desert to me - a tongue ancient and forgotten - a language of nomads who cross the depths of the earth from the border of the wasteland to the oasis on the edge of the abyss. Speak Desert to me - the language of the rod and the staff,…