There are days when writing feels like fieldwork again—except the “village” is a Bronze Age grove, the informant is a Celtic healing goddess, and the notebook is the Voynich Manuscript. In Quantum Jump, Elena discovers that a book alone can’t protect forbidden knowledge, so she and Airmid turn the Irish landscape itself into a living cipher: manuscript, sacred sites, and songs woven into one dangerous map.
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Natural Causes: Travellers, Harbingers and Haylofts – Quantum Jump
Field Notes from the Indecently Green Roads: Travellers, Harbingers, and One Very Opinionated Horse The choreography of avoidance The Travellers move with the quiet assurance of those familiar with shadows, their horse-drawn carriages gliding softly over the back roads while early dawn cloaks the countryside in muted greys and gentle mist. Their pace is deliberate…
From Soutpansberg, across Pretoria via Maputo to Hargeisa
Sandi’s Journey With Elena’s Baby Walking North With a Borrowed Future: Field Notes from Book VI Quantum Jump There’s a particular silence that lives between border towns and bus stops—too wide to be city noise, too thin to be wilderness. It’s the silence where people carry their lives in plastic bags and photocopied papers, hoping…
Popham England to Bronze Age Ireland (Quantum Jump book VI Field Note)
A time‑traveling anthropologist, a jealous archangel, and a crime boss in a Popham shack collide with African and Celtic mythology in Quantum Jump—from Lake Fundudzi’s python god to the Irish healing goddess Airmid, this chapter blends fantasy, folklore, and dark humour into one very messy timeline. Welcome to my world!
Bronze Age, Angel, Golden Milk
The Day My Angel’s God Didn’t Exist Yet – Book VI Quantum Jump This is an excerpt from my in‑progress novel: a sardonic anthropologist, an ex‑KGB archangel, and a sideways fall into the Bronze Age steppe, where the body and the cosmos argue through milk, blood, and hooves. Context: Elena has just fallen into a…
San Juan: Fire Keeps Its Own Calendar
On San Juan night, standing at a Costa Blanca bonfire, Tarmo Amellal thinks about the four fires that changed everything. One of them he still won’t discuss.
Meta-cognition
What if the selfie isn’t vanity — but a souvenir left behind instead of taken home?
The Memory Cartographer 