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…
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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?
