(The title is taken from the Vulgate translation of 1 Kings 20:23) The mountains are the wild place, the mountains are the untamed: The hordes dwell within them, and their gods are the gods of the mountains. The Alpine heights hold plutocrats and kleptocrats.
The Malaysian High Commission in New Zealand stood on the corner of Brooklyn Road and Washington Avenue, was not exactly where Khaldoon al-Futtaim had expected to be at this time of year. He had been overseeing a merger in Singapore, and reading about its fascinating
The Orca has the darkest smile. That’s what they said in Guatemala City, and in Guatemala City one listened to such gossip. The city was, like so many places in Central America, struck with the double blow of gang violence and the success of the
(Author’s note: This piece is best accompanied by the music of Pure Reason Revolution or Yndi Halda, the two bands who inspired We Were Not There) It was to be their last performance. They, who had seen the oppression of their land and found
At night, when he cannot sleep, he thinks of a throne, of dominion over all the Earth. It is not an unduly ornate throne, stands on no huge platform, though light would ripple across it, making it seem either white or gold. A throne of
Hwang Ce-Yul was certain he’d never seen the skies like this before. They were a rhapsodic sort of blue-grey, feathered with clouds both pure white and ebon black, wild and out of control. Something of a contrast to his fortress. Since the war began, he’d
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