Chapter One — Departure I wake to cool light and absence. The space beside me is empty; only the dent in the pillow remains. On the dresser, a folded sheet in Asdar’s slanted hand: Where eyes don’t see, the heart will be ominously aware. A sigh escapes. I fold the note and stick it on…
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The COMC Files: Book I chapter 2
Hey friends, Big news from the rewriting trenches: the freshly reimagined chapters (and a few wild new story arcs) are making their grand entrance over on Ko-Fi. Yes, the mythic chaos continues—but now with bonus backstage drama, editorial wisdom, and, occasionally, existential gelato. I know, I know—sex sells. But let’s be honest: our heroine is…
The COMC Files Book I – Naples: New Legends Awaken (Teaser & Art Reveal)
Wandering Naples, where street sounds fuse with lost legends, I once again found the boundary between research and risk dissolving. Sunlight dances on cracked marble, myths echo through every piazza, and eyes linger with secrets older than the city itself. Today, I’m excited to share the very first glimpse of my rewritten journey in The…
The COMC Files: The Journey
MY Journey When I began this series, Dr Elena Delange was an anthropologist who kept her distance—studying myths from afar, as if history and legend would stay safely behind glass. Elena evolved, but so did I. The act of writing these books and designing their graphic world reshaped my own sense of voice, adventure, and…
The COMC Files: Torrid London, Bosphorus Bound
As soon as the front door closes and Tarmo’s footsteps fade, the hush in the flat deepens. London suddenly vast, the night pressing in like velvet. I remain braced for a moment, the ache of old arguments and unwelcome love still crawling over my skin. Istanbul waits on the table, Tarmo’s scent lingering like a…
The COMC Files IV: last chapter today
Dear Readers, Next up: the final chapter of Book IV from the Chronicles of the Mythic Cartographer. For those just joining, this series follows Dr Elena Delange—a once-cautious anthropologist whose research into myth takes a dangerous, visceral turn. Each book dives deeper as her world collides with legends made real, forcing her to survive, adapt,…
The COMC Files: The Priest & The Billionaire.
I barely have time to kick off my heels, pausing in the dim hallway to breathe in the hush that always feels a little haunted after a night with the Boswells. I’m savouring the moment: free, for as long it lasts, from other people’s loyalties or longing. London is a purr outside my windows, rain…
The COMC Files: The Sting
The King’s Gold — 10:54 p.m. The pub is packed, South London voices rising beneath battered beams, pints gleaming amber under yellow light. Roger stands behind the bar, posture loose but watchful. I’m nursing my gin, scanning the crowd with my fieldworker’s eye—noting every shift in tension, every too-loud laugh that might mean trouble. Harry…
The COMC Files: King’s Gold
Old Foxes and City Spring I set the burner on the counter beside my forgotten groceries. Two hours. The old Fox doesn’t waste time. I strip off my coat, catch my reflection in the hall mirror—hair still wild from travel, shadows under my eyes that haven’t lifted since Romania. My body carries the toll: months…
The COMC Files: Flashes-back&forth
My spine stiffens; I exhale through a grin I can’t quite suppress. “Dr D”—that’s one of the boys, then. But the voice continues, and I catch the gravel beneath the mischief, the particular cadence that only decades, and heaps of rye, can build into a throat. Not Bartley. Nor any of the siblings. The old…
The C.O.M.C. Files 