“I tear strips of cloth off my shirt and wrap my feet. I have only what I fell asleep with – my fatigues and my dagger. I’m suddenly, fervently grateful that I was too exhausted from combat training to strip before sleeping. Traveling the Great Wastes naked – that would be its own special sort of hell.”

“I tear strips of cloth off my shirt and wrap my feet. I have only what I fell asleep with – my fatigues and my dagger. I’m suddenly, fervently grateful that I was too exhausted from combat training to strip before sleeping. Traveling the Great Wastes naked – that would be its own special sort of hell.”

— Sabaa Tahir