Of the Antique Verulian culture, when her banners yet shimmered with starlight dyes and her rooftops caught the breath of winged lovers who danced between marble columns—soaring, sighing, barely tethered by gravity or shame. Riat, the Splendid, the Eternal, the jewel crusted onto the brow of the desert queen, whose eyes men painted with crushed … Continue reading I: The Glory of Riat