878 BC. Sidon From her place behind the gauzy curtain, Jezebel took in his general appearance--his bland expression, graceful fingers that constantly pushed stubborn locks off a strong forehead, and deep pink lips that were pressed in a flat line. He was the youngest at the gathering, maybe a few years older than she was.... Continue Reading →
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Jerusalem 38 A.D. Demas drummed stubby fingers on the polished table surface and flatly stared at the distraught woman seated in front of him. She reminded him of a mouse—small features, sharp dirty face, and piss poor. "I do not know what to do. He hasn't spoken or eaten in days. The other day—" the... Continue Reading →