A tree sprang from his loins, and from its roots flowed the great rivers of the world, and its canopy spread from the Caucasus to the Atlas. In the branches nightingales and parrots cried out. Every leaf was a scimitar. A wind blew up that turned these blades toward the cities that lay beneath the tree; most turned toward Constantinople. That city became the emerald in a ring, and the emir slipped the ring on his finger, and awoke.
I’ve started dating a woman that I’ve known for a while, but who I didn’t think was interested in me.
And I found this site.
She’s lovely though
William T. Anderson, known as ‘Bloody Bill’, was the most pitiless and bloodthirsty of the Confederate guerillas in the American Civil War.
He was hunted down and killed in battle in 1864. Instantly, so it seemed to him, he found himself on a desolate plain which he later learned was the Abysmal Plain. Anderson believed that he had gone to Hell. Indeed he continues to hold this belief, stating that he sees no reason why the Almightly should not remove the memories of all the other condemned souls, but leave his intact so as to torment him further.
He is now the leader of a group of outlaws, no more merciful than the men he led on Earth, who hide in the Abysmal Plain and terrorise surrounding areas.
Iram of the Pillars is a city in Arabia which Allah is said to have caused to sink into the Earth because of the great wickedness of its people.
Certain disquieting rumours from the desert suggest to me that the city may have risen again, in the world where Teleleli lies.