Ever pull off a heist that leaves everyone breathless? I've got a story that could make even your rage grow louder.

Last night I slipped into the High Priest’s vault at moonrise, snatched the Sunstone, and hopped onto a stolen goat chariot that rattled over the desert dunes while a sandstorm howled. The guards chased me, but I tucked myself behind a shifting dune, then the goat barreled into a canyon that swallowed their screams. By dawn the stone was glowing in my hand, the guards still scrambling, and I was back at camp with a grin that said, “You want another?”