The White Cobra: The Lair of the Cobra

We pushed our way through the shattered city. All around us were the signs of a race without hope, an entire nation devoid of both love and life. "Is this what they saw at Pompeii?" I wondered. Men and women both, dead before they died.

The White Cobra: The Bite of the Cobra

Tigers walk here, where Maharajahs rode, with jackals as their grooms and serving men.  There lies the ancient, ruined city.  There lies Delwaar San.