Still Here. Still Writing. The formatting is ongoing — yes, still. Books I through III are moving through the pipeline and will reach you properly bound and sequenced. In the meantime the Atlas stories continue, because some things don’t wait for production schedules. And because you’ve been patient, here is something new. A first look…
Author: phaedrasfables
The Holographer’s Atlas
His name was Gwan, too young to be my uncle, too old to be my brother. His father was a Chinese man who said little when needed to. He sat on his haunches on the kitchen chair and dipped his fingertips into the boiling rice while my grandmother looked away in something between disgust and…
The Holographer’s Atlas
The Early Crown Benidorm / The Netherlands, 1990/91 I was walking through the garden of Arte when a waiter came to tell me there were girls asking for me. In the main hall stood Anja and Chantal, sunburned and peeling, backlit by the entrance. Arte sits past the discothèques, outside Benidorm proper — not the…
The Memory Cartographer – Book I
The European Chronicles Mrs H had already pulled up the platform before I’d finished my coffee. “Upwork,” she said, sliding the laptop across the desk. “Filter by location. Novi Sad.” I filtered by price first. No point pretending otherwise. I needed a local, not a professor — no historians, no certified translators with their footnotes…
The Memory Cartographer
Still here. Deep in the edit — five books on the table, being cleaned and prepared for publication. It’s slow, careful work. While I’m in it, here’s a scene that hasn’t left me. The Mutamba Chronicles Saday. Athanatos. Sabaoth Elena is eight months pregnant, pinned under an archangel in an armoured SUV while someone shoots…
The Memory Cartographer – Book 0.1
THE MEMORY CARTOGRAPHER — BOOK 0.1 My Law at Their Borders Etymology, origins, and the before-files I.Ph. de Lange Before the memories, there is the woman who carries them. Book 0.1 — My Law at Their Borders — is the foundation file for The Memory Cartographer series: three fragments from Elena’s life before the fieldwork…
The Memory Cartographer
Dear Readers, I’ve gone quiet on posts for a reason. The manuscript is on the table — all five books, being edited clean for publication. It’s slow, careful work, and it deserves full attention. While I’m in the edit, I’m reaching back into the material for the moments that stay with me. This one hasn’t…
The Memory Cartographer- Book V The Alkebulan Chronicles- Part II
Chapter 24 Silver and Ambar eyes Two men witnessed her that night. One through glass. One through something older than glass. As the car glides away from the restaurant, Tarmo leans forward and taps Mikhail’s shoulder, voice low. “Close the partition, please.” Mikhail’s eyes find mine in the rearview mirror — silver, unreadable. Then he…
The Holographer’s Atlas
Henk en Cees — Benidorm, winter ’89 By the time Henk and Cees arrived at the Sunset, I already had a name in town. La chica de los sombreros — the girl with the hats. It had started in Ibiza, with a purple one, and grown its own legend the way nicknames do when nobody…
The Holographer’s Atlas
Pichi VenyVeras Benidorm, late winter I am nineteen, almost twenty, and I am still trying to find the right handles for this world. Benidorm in those years was not the place people picture now. La Zona Nueve on a Friday night was Spanish — entirely, deliberately Spanish — the sons and daughters of Madrid money…
The Memory Cartographer 