Starting from the North City Gate: Ember Sea Era

Some questions cannot be answered by maps. The road is long. Some are in front and some are behind. The gravel under his feet was warmed by the sun and cooled by the wind. The pupils of the stonehorn sheep shrank into narrow slits in the sunlight, and the poison ivy raised its tips in the shade of the tree - it was smelling him. The dark blue moss looks like a half-closed eye in the dusk, a waterfall of stars crosses the zenith, and the wind from the Gobi blows the camel dung into ashes. These are things you will encounter on the road. They are not necessarily dangerous, but they are certainly worth remembering. I dedicate this book to all those who love freedom.