" Jesus bar Joseph stumbled on the rocky wasteland. His staff kept him shakily on his feet as he leaned on it for support. His hood barely shielded him from the scorching bright sun high above. The howling winds felt like waves of heat from a blacksmith’s furnace. His sandaled feet pained at each step with sunburnt exposure. His lips were parched, cracked and bleeding. "

― Brian Godawa , Jesus Triumphant (Chronicles of the Nephilim, #8)