“The well padded astrologer stroked his corpulent belly, as he stared down intently at his cowrie board. There was a frown on his moon shaped face, a face that had always considered good rich food his birthright, even as he strove to read the cryptic messages that the Gods were strewing before him.” FearBirthMoonGoodBadAstrologer Book:Chronicles of Urban Nomads Source: Chronicles of Urban Nomads
“The first time Akash took Supriya to view the pool, I rose up in strident protest, and he was astonished by the way she turned her face away, her eyes filled with terror. “I am petrified of water!” she whispered, as he tried to cajole her to at least put her feet in.” FearWaterFeetTerrorSheHePetrified Book:Chronicles of Urban Nomads Source: Chronicles of Urban Nomads
“In a while, her eyes felt leaden and she felt sleep overpower her, even as she fought to keep her eyes open. In vain, I tried to churn within her, a little nugget of fear, trying desperately to warn her of impending danger.” FearSleepDangerFightEyesLittleNugget Book:Chronicles of Urban Nomads Source: Chronicles of Urban Nomads