I began this book late one evening, telling myself I’d read a chapter or two and return to the world of notifications and half-finished thoughts. Instead, I found myself sitting still, the room unusually quiet, as if the desert itself had stretched into my living space. Whispers in the Cursed Desert: Inked in Blood doesn’t announce itself with noise. It draws you in with hush. With breath. With the feeling that something old is watching you closely, waiting to see if you’re r